Yessir uh oh
Uh ohhhhhhhh haha

Sick with it, six digit's, big engines
Get lots of head like 6 midgets
It’s just the code I live by
Represent the road I grew up by
And I see the game like an umpire
Motherfuck one time, and everything combine
I am the boss I have a nigga
Tell ya bout the gun line
I’m in the hog sometimes
I’m in the Porsche red line
Drive that motherfucker like I’m
Tryna beat the deadline
Holla at the boy bitch
Yes I’m the boy bitch!
I’m fly and ya boy friends a ostrich
How much you cost bitch?
See I will buy you then and then
Sell you back like an auction okay?
I am affiliated with DJ Drama and this Just
Blaze track has just met Jeffery Dahmer
I am a Bengal on the beat like Carson Palmer
And them niggas couldn’t see
Me with panorama haa
Niggas soft as a can of flowers
And soft as a can of tuna
Your fucking with a piranha
The ballin’ is no illusion
Paper tall as a tower i’m paid ho
I could change ya life all in an hour
I promise I see the city
Skyline from my shower
I’m feeling like a gun with
A bag of gun powder
Pow Pow I’m higher than Mister Charles
Fresh from the bottom of the ant pile weezy
Uh uh huh
Ya

My grill is gangsta, my aim is money
The championship is beautiful but
The game is ugly
They say "Feed the hungry" but
These bitches is greedy
But I am awfully gifted I am simply strategic
It’s, come to my room I make
Her feel like it’s Egypt
And she leave out that room
Feeling like a paraplegic ha
My fuck game is my capital feature
I stuff her ass up like
A pair of new sneakers
Back to the subject at hand
Baby, I’m a wealthy ass young black man
Flow more rare than finding black sand
And I just want some brain
Like a fucking cat scan
I just want some paper like
A fucking trash can
Life is a maze, so hows it hanging pac man
I seem to amaze, as well as advance
I’m so far ahead I gotta save the last dance

Get it strait like pans as I enhance
MOB I’m all about my chips like Lance hehe
I be with animals, with animal tactics
I swear I’m backed up like
New York traffic ha you dumb fucks
You're nothin’ but lunch ducks
Big nuts here swinging like nunchucks
Hollygrove I’m claiming it like insurance
I been on the grind nigga
You are just a tourist flowers for the dead
Say hello to the florist
Fuck with me wrong, bet I rush ya like Borris
Now they tryna kick it but
I ain’t Chuck Norris
I kick it with lil flu and
He rollin’ up a forest
Can’t be compared no, I’m not a thesaurus
Can’t be banned I’m sorry Miss delores
Fuck Wendy Williams the bitch
Look like a dude
Her body look chewed and her hair looks glued
But let me get back to my food
Eat the track up and leave the mic barbecued
Why in 30 lives would you ever war with I
I’m just getting high
Thinking bout Tha Carter V
My homie’s straight, my mama good
And my daughter's fine
And everyday I pray and thank
The great Lord of mine
Weezy Baby you're looking at greatness
Gangsta Grillz no braces bitch bitch