SUMIN - "SPARKLING" M/V

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Go Weezy Wee, bitch S-Q-A-D Siddeven, holla at us, underground Muhfucka, what you know bout Weezy huh? Holla at me dawg I got it, it's right here, listen [Verse 1] Holla I'm off the rocks squat the box don't rock the spot The Sqad pop 'em I'ma fuck with the hottest Diamonds droppin’ temperature, bitch I'm one of the finest And to be honest, I got all these hoes stocked up like sinus, now who you fuckin'? Ice shining colorful, like a sack of fruit or something With no heart for bitches like ??? or something I be the true to nothing thorough nigga, young, raw, and famous Get money 'til I'm dead or 'til the day of my arraigning Spittin' game through the platinum smile You can see the fuck I be saying from half a mile How I hop out of the colossal Tahoe filled up with models Poppin' bottles with pussy poppers that gobble until they swallow See I'm a pimp Playboy when it come to these hoes Cause all I give is cum to these hoes and run from these hoes I comfortably roll in the latest sleepy eye Mercedes Heat up for the haters speed up for the ladies Miss, so watch your back, and watch your mouth cat Weezy shit, this our click You 'bout that? I send my Sqad to where your house at All of a sudden niggas gs, why the fuck is you trippin'? I cock and shoot up one of your knees, why the fuck is you trippin'? You listening? I'm official pimpin' Be lowkey dippin', Range Ro' be twistin' on blades I'm O. J. Simpson, pretty limpin' Big fucking cannon, holding me back With some shit from off the Discovery Channel on my back My niggas drowned in smoke, underground, pound daily My hoes like Nelly cause they go "Down, down baby" I used to dog chickens, cluck 'em, fuck 'em, and duck 'em But now I'm more mature, I fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and fuck 'em Stuck inside of the game for damn near two decades And I'ma make you see the insides like a x-ray Aww fuck... Huh? Drunk off Cris', mami on e Weezy on e, mami cummin' on me The diamond long links sparkle, tough in the light You do a lil' something tonight, I buy you something with ice And I ain't stunting a price, shawty I can afford it I been had dough before I was recorded Started to order you a Mercedes C 240 But I thought it would be more nice for you in a Ferrari, peep me [Interlude] It's whatever, holla I ain't stopping, I ain't stopping Check it, check it [Verse 2] Muhfucka bet' not fuck with this nigga I'm itching, clutching the trigger Muhfucka you can end up in a river, shit I'm like a tornado I’m twisted off of shit And my pistols off my hip but I give a shit about who I hit, fuck I'm fucked up, I'll fuck you up for fucking up Guns up like "What's up?", get your fucking guts cut Tough luck bruh Wonder why your bitch act stuck up? Cause the slut got Weezy nuts stuck up in her fucking butt Yung mack flip crack quicker than acrobats, get at me man Look call me Wayne a. k. a. Big Daddy Kane Nigga can't tell me nothing 'bout the game Been in that deep shit, every year I'm M. V. P It's just in me Rims on the 'Lac like 22 inches Play with me, I open up your back like 22 inches Guerrilla pimpin' And it really isn't wise for niggas to start poppin' At any given time them niggas could start droppin', peep it I'm off the strip muhfucka what you want? This a freestyle coming from off the top out the trunk Niggas be like Mase and go to Church But I go to the trunk and then I go to your shirt Holla at me, I'm the don bitch Look we can get it on bitch Gotta get another rap to flow on bitch... Hold up, aight, aight, aight Listen, playa, all I do is get bread, I'ma head to them cowards And if they ever try me, I'll bring y'all the head of them cowards This big spending, see the heads on them dollars It's big pimpin', you see your bitch lipstick red on my boxers Choppers pop at any time for any given reason Leave 'em not breathing under cement for one disagreement Freedom, we ride on them bitches, rollin' through sittin' high on them inches My mission's to make sure Squad get expensive And if anyone of you niggas better get defensive, your care will get intensive Shot put humps on top of your head like Bart Simpson I spark instant, now who want it? I'll light your set Cause I'm all about money cocksucker, my life a check I'm spectacular, I let the Tec tackle ya I spit 16 after ya like I rap with y Put your chest in the back of ya You would think a truck hit 'em, it's Weezy, don't fuck with him Better lock me up or get me to the graveyard quick Come and get me I spray, spark, spit, it's straight war bitch Niggas is hoes, like they take long dick I wave chrome shit at home, shit, make domes split And may I say these fake niggas on some Ray Charles shit, blind to the fact 9 to ya cap, blat, put your mind in your lap I ride with the gat for hard times, crimes, and rats It’s rhymes of the crack, my Sqad, I'll die for that I climb in the 'Lac, drunk off 190 ? Don't try me cat, I take this shit beyond the rap And this Ecstasy is why my eyes are black Don't like baby moms but the X make her thighs look fat But fuck the bullshit I grind for scratch, I scrape and scruff, bake and cut You hatin' us? We tape you up I spin ya corner make you duck from blazin’ bucks Bandanas, braids, and cuts, I'm gangsta'd up Muhfucka [Interlude] Oh, oh shit, oh shit What they want? I dont think they want Weezy. Do you think they want Weezy? Check it, check it [Verse 3] Lil' nigga pass slow in a S 430, ya ho be like "That's so purty" Fuck with me I'll show your chest no mercy Sqad get so dirty, but still we do it clean Bring action to these fake ass niggas like movie scenes I pop so much X man I feel like Wolverine Wake up in the morning, lips burning, can't move my spleen See this lil' dude is mean, strapped up with tools and things I'll get you different drugs mixed up like Smoothie King The heavy platinum jewelry bling over the white tee Watch your wifey, she's mostly likely to blow me pipey I'm so exciting Money, murder, steal, kill, rape You should do like the Internet and start to Bill Gates This whole world gon' end up with some bad fucking tumors, listening to these Cash Money rumors I'll blast, bust, and shoot you, hit your block without the mask, fucking screw you Treat you like a bitch, bitch look at me while I do you [Interlude] Ok, ok, homie, ok Peep it out, Squiddad Let me catch my breath, let the Danger track roll And let me holla at you, now let me holla at you, check it out S-Q-A-D [Verse 4] Don't fool with any niggas like me We pull triggers like weeds Swigger off the Piña Colada Dreams of having cream and the power You need a problem? I'm the meanest to start with And got grams the size of the head of Gina on Martin For any discomfort the Ninas is sparking Be in your apartment, many assault men and semi-revolvers Keep it clean, I'm a young Sqad street teen, only into green If you intervene I'll leave your ass colder than Winter And y'all just look like bitches You get fucked then I nut up And just like bitches, I leave you face down and butt up Nigga what up? I just bought a record to say fuck Hip-Hop I spit it for them niggas who grip Glocks Dip cops, flip rocks, and when the bricks drop We fix blocks, suddenly watch the income Fuck with me, watch the outcome Niggas don't wanna hear the Glock rung [Interlude] That's that real shit, that's- K, ok, ok Yea, holla at me, holla at me This for all these niggas, you know me Listen, let me tell you who the Sqiddad 7 is, bring it It's Weezy Wee, Lil' Jay, Lil' Tez, Lil' Fee Fee, Lil' Yo, Lil' Sammie, T-Redd Holla at us, holla at us, holla at us Can't forget Bidd-Ugg-G, don't forget it Check it, check it [Verse 5] Playboy I pimp huge See the whip cruise on big shoes Slide out the shit, cool, frostbit jewels like igloos See Weezy gets loot, that be why your bitch choose But dude, I ain't got nothing for her but some dick juice I stick tools in the pocket of the S. Q. leather They gon' have to rescue this fella if he stress my pleasure I tells you once, I'm the don, you can trust my word I say with a Herpes dick, nigga fuck the world I be with niggas that could get me years I be with hoes and bitches that favor Britney Spears Listen here, you see the Sqad Minked up, Platinum S. Q. linked up With a freak that drink nut ‘til my dick shrink up You think it's soft? Let the thing bust 'til I'm seeing pink guts Niggas watch them pigs come, they trying to sink us You know who I be, Weezy Wee muhfucka I ain't gon' stop the flow until the end K we got a new game, I'm running, punting, I ain't passing the ball You other niggas just be crashing the boards With a team full of great players, but I'm a veteran, all-star And let's be real man, I'm better than all y'all I'm the truth, I'm the reason, I'm the meaning, I'm the shit I'm the alleged convict in any Sqad incident Last name Carter like Vince and shit But I don't slam balls and goals, my life's money, cars, and hoes Cadillac white walls and 'Bauds, pimpin' partna Plus I can get more work out than a fitness doctor Let's get this partna, I'm the young don these niggas honor And those of you who ain't cheap can't buy a vowel It's cause the child's mom will eat me up like Jeffery Dahmer Libel to find my condom inside of dry vagina I'm kinda calm, drama goes with my persona A minor with intentions to harm ya, holla [Interlude] Ok, ok Switch it up right here, switch it up, switch it up Listen, listen, take this money, make this money, get this money Puff holla at me [Verse 6] Homeboy it's Sqad shit It's gon' be Sqad shit, swallow it He who disrespect, hollows follow him Flash the pistol, watch 'em stop and pose like they modeling Blast 'em, watch em stop, drop, and roll like they firemen Seriously man, I got enough money to buy ya men Turn 'em against you and make 'em kill ya mom and them, don't fuck with me Buck 50 on the dash of the box but that's only approximately cause it really do like two ?, blue fire Wrist looking like blue fire Piña Colada got me spiked like barb wire, Weezy Wee, Sqad rider Holla at me, you know you know me Got out the streets and start hustlin', there's still some fiends who owe me Blow me some dro, nah I ain't smoking I stopped that My niggas still get puffed out, I catch the contact I'm kinda fucked up, fuck with me and I ain't gonna leave you kinda fucked up I leave you fucked up, believe this stuff bruh, it's Sqad shit, bitch [Interlude] Oh shit, I ain't finished Oh shit, I ain't finished I ain't finished Duke Check it, listen [Verse 7] I come up from a shit deep town, where you hear sounds like "Click", "Squeak", "Pow" Get down or you dying, niggas tote iron Got that coke flying like birds, not the ones with feathers, I'm talkin' weight like birds And you might get served if it’s proper enough Or find your nerves on the curb if you a cop or something A baller blocker or something, I'll send your noggin a hundred Have the whole block sprinting, dashing, jogging, and running Type of life I live, Gotti would love it Sqad property buddy, some young niggas with a mafia budget Can't nobody put nobody above it And if they do, they find they body with your body above it Fuck it, let's take it public, nah leave it the gutter Fuck it, let's go and dump 'em, nah leave 'em in the gutter Hustler, keep it thuggin', why the fuck you niggas buggin'? The hot 9 slug it, dug inside of your fucking jucket (jacket) Call me Weezy you bitch [Interlude] Ok, ok The d. j. just informed me that I got 20 more minutes to rap How the fuck I'ma do that? Holla at me, if you feel me holla at me Sqad, I gotta talk to make some of the raps look more long, you know, holla at me I'm a real nigga, you know, you know me D. J. Riddaj Smoove 'Bout to blow your head smoove off, cool off, dude you soft You know me, let's go Is y'all ready? Check it out, check it out [Verse 8] Listen, I keep the pistol hidden in the big pockets, hear shit cockin' Better get flocking or get gotten Dawg I speak with the gun, nigga's holla in the street like "What's up?" I tell 'em "Chika buck buck chika, get the fuck" The droughts come bring the pots out, let's do what we do You fuck with me I send more shots out than D. J. Clue Now who seeing me? Not a person Got a personal grudge with these commercial thugs No studio with me, true I shine hard and I be flossin' very sweet But I'm like Iverson dawg, I be ballin' but very street Keep my name out your yapper, or you gon' have to try to keep my flame out your cappa I ride around with like two bodies framed on the clapper The tool cocked for he, do pop for beef, move out for chiefs Supply two blocks a piece two blocks a piece My crew watch for cheese and I do stock my cheese [Interlude] Dude, dude, who you know fucking with me man? Check it, check it [Verse 9] What up world? This here your people Weezy, holla at the don Real nigga dude, I promise that to God When I swallow half the Dom I go loco, stressed, hoping I'm not cursed Walk around with TECs poking out my shirt Niggas show off for them hoes, try play hard, with they chest poking out they shirt Try me and I send shots, leave they chest poking out they shirt Yes, expect the worst when you fuck with the Squad right Pull you out your car at a stoplight Catch you in the waist, make you my height This shit's not nice, I'll have you chopped twice for a hot price Or I can take off my ice and hit your block and stop life Can you see that? Properly under my seat is where the heat at Directly in your head is where the bullets meet at I be that cat who make sure my Sqad ball gracious, 'til the Lord take us We gon' all get paper, just stay faithful Cross the gate bitch and we rape you Ain't nothing sugar nigga we all salt Fuck y'all and that's y'all fault [Interlude] Holla at us Man this Sqad shit is real, real biddig Ooo shit I ain’t - oh, oh, oh Check it, check it, check it Follow me Listen [Verse 10] Homie I speak for the streets, scream for the ghetto, and holla for my folk Die for my Sqad, kill for my dough My attitude is fuck bitches, fuck haters, fuck cops My real father is a ho, my attitude is fuck pops I'm living it up in a nice home, riding in trucks, tough drops And I'm a young nigga, I don't even know how to do the bus stop But I got my money right When I hit the club, make it a sunny night See the fake flossers, bum ballers, is a funny sight Watching dudes front for these hoes in they Chevy right? Pull up next to 'em in a 500 bumpin' Betty Wright Keep my shit spaghetti tight Playboy put the hood on that We buy sports cars and put the fuckin' hood on that My bank got too hot to sit on so I stood on that Any place, you be careful cause I could own that Moët and E, I'm good on that Your bitch looking at me, I should bone that Y'all niggas know where the fucking don at, holla [Interlude] Holla at me, Weezy Wee, holla at me, Weezy Wee Yeah, yeah, yeah Check it, check it, check it [Verse 11] S-Q-A-D S-H-I-T, that's what I represent 'til I die Muhfucka bust one in your eye Flip pies, I used to do that shit in like '95 But I'ma switch it up to '99, 2000, 2001 I ride cars that's 2000 and fun You know the motherfucking whip be cruising on shit, 22's And hoes be losing they mind, boy [Interlude] It's about to come, it's about to come What y'all want? What y'all want? Check it, check it Fee Fee Favorite [Verse 12] Flippin' in a whippa Peel the top back like a zipper Skippin' on them chrome dip slippers Rippin' on the lips of a stripper If that's your bitch mister don't kiss her If so you might as well kiss a pistol Cause all I do is shoot off in her whistler She finna get my name on her shitter And I ain't even hit her My nigga Fat did her, and slid her to the rest of the Squidda Forget her, another bitch just paged in Weezy blazing, come through in something amazing I ball so good I need a sports agent Look at me and squint your eyes like Asains, what's wrong? My jewelry's like a white boy, always stoned I got a big home but I'm always gone That's why your bath towels is always gone Hoes I meet nowadays panties always gone And baby after I fuck I'm always gone [Interlude] I mean I got a wife at home, you know me, holla, ha, holla Bitch I can't love you Holla, hahaha Listen [Verse 13] Homie I go hard, push a whip with no hair on its head So all I'm feeling is air on my head With some ho that you might know, she sucking all the air out my head Meet you close to knock you square out your head Sip the Cris’ to clear out my head and try to get my loot up In Cuba with a translator ?? coke newer Plus the prices is cooler I come back through the hood with that dirty And tell 'em I'm like Tiger Woods, all I got is birdies Got bitches in they 30s calling Weezy poppa But Weezy not daddy bitch, cause Weezy in and out ya Weezy never spouse ya, Weezy give shit about ya And Weezy don't Master Suite, Weezy living room couch ya How about you be a good bitch, and take these pies I just cooked up And tape 'em to the pelvis, arm or your thighs I gets high 'til I can't focus But a main focus to remain focused, they ain't focused, muhfucka [Interlude] Holla, shit, holla, oh shit, oh shit Boy, boy, boy Ok [Verse 14] I spit it for them niggas who run the corner, palm the revolver with honor Any beefs involving homie, your momma Homie we swarm out the Eddie Bauer, thoughts to devour Spark and shower, we get more stupid than Austin Powers Smell the aroma of marijuana, Coronas when upon us We do just what the neighborhood have shown us We murder opponents and don't think about it, forget about it Niggas won't do shit about it Wave the pistol, get the bitch up out 'em I'm off the hinges, chicks on my dick, proper than Cindy Crawford Any problems I pop the chopper and knock the appendix out him Hit the block with bricks of powder What you know 'bout doing that? And splitting a key with flour, making it two in fact Dawg I'm all street, if you want Hip-Hop, here's what I give you instead I'll make you hip out when them fuckin' bullets dig in your leg Positive niggas talking spooky, y'all ain't scaring nobody Y'all love Mos Def, I love fucking John Gotti, holla [Interlude] Yeah, yeah, yeah Aight Listen [Verse 15] I wish that there was no taxes, no cases, no police, and no racists No rapists, wish they had a 700 Mercedes Wish my Sqad live happy I wish my kids grow stronger than me I wish my momma live longer than me I wish the cops stay off the corner this week I wish the gutta, ghetto neighborhood hunger would cease I wish them niggas who ain't got shit would stop hating on niggas who got shit And you know I wish for Pun, Biggie, and Pac shit I wish that I could get high but when I'm high I wish I wouldn't get high Sometimes I wish I wasn't alive I wish for Heaven gates to enter Wish for Lakers' tickets at the Staples Center My seats, floor me Wish Chris Childs wouldn't of hit Kobe When I see Lauren, I wish I knew why my heart burns Wish 22 inch rims wouldn't rub on sharp turns I wish these hoes stop lying I wish these niggas stop lying Wish dope heads stop using, as if they not dying [Interlude] Fuck it. That's just some shit I wish for, fuck it Aight. That what you want? Aight, listen, listen [Verse 16] I wish I ain't have to go on tour to sell records I wish I ain't have to sell records Fuck, I wish I ain't have a jail record Wish every bitch gave head I wish I could've saved Dad I wish I make money 'til I'm a dead man I wish my chain wasn't heavy around my neck Wish hoes wouldn't suck dick and try to kiss down my neck Wish I ain't have to get locked up for slapping her to the ground for that Bitch I wish you wouldn't wanna be down for that I wish there wasn’t no droughts I wish there wasn’t no fucking coke ?? I wish Shyne, Suge, and fuckin’ – oh shit [Interlude] Don’t stop it though Shit, boy Fuckin’ D. J. Raj Smoove haha Listen [Verse 17] Nigga respect Weezy I leave everyone of you bustas to suffer Fuck with me I’ll touch any fucker you got love for The Sqad’s a motha – shut your dicksuckers Kick up the ruckus, find your mother stuffed in nature [Interlude] Oh I can’t do that one Ok, ok What you know about Weezy dawg? What the fuck y’all know about Weezy? Holla at me, holla at me, holla at me Let’s switch it up Holla at me, Weezy is the muhfuckin’ don Don’t get it tangled or twisted Your head will get splitted Tell the whole world that I did it You bullshitted We don’t front; is Sqad shit exactly what you want? We bring it to your head and your - Boy, boy, check it [Verse 18] Nigga we peel guns, and homie we fear none Intentions to kill some, from bitches to children For real we will come inside of your buildings With Glocks and M-1s, and pop and then some Let them 4s blaze My niggas blows haze Guzzled Belvedere ever since we heard Jay Be dying the worst way Who want it? Your bitch, you Sqad is the official shit Pistols spit behind little shit I get a bad bitch who lick And keep her posted up on the low She never cook pork but only cook coke Die for respect and hope, look beyond I’m a celebrity Hold minds for ransom, head sold separately I’m a ape dawg Trapped in the jungle, can’t escape dawg But I bet you be the last man standing like a 8-ball And I ain’t worrying ‘bout ballin’ no more, I’m past that stage 18 years old, I got cash that age [Interlude] Who fuckin’ with me? I’m 18 years old and I got cash that age, muhfucka Shit, ok, ok, listen This how we gon’ do it S-Q-A-D-S-H-I-T Ok, yeah, yeah, hahaha I like that, I like that Lay low muhfucka [Verse 19] I can’t live forever And so forever I’ll forever be thuggin’ And if there’s ever any trouble then the metals be bustin’ I swear to God, let ‘em be fuckin’ with me and see something My Sqad ride, I bet we be up on the street to heat somethin’ We peace nothing cousin, this here is war and we battle Big guns with deep barrels, bullets leap and leap at you nigga Bricks go for 10 gs on street value Patience is fragile, niggas be glad to come smash you The S Class is casual for the summer Let me re-deal, I bring out the 64 on three wheels [Interlude] Holla at me dawg, holla at me, holla at me Nigga we gon’ be here for a long time ‘Cause we done been here for a long time Now who want it – some problems? Uhh, uhh, oh shit I ain’t finished Check it, check it I’ma free’ ‘til the bars’ gone, free’ ‘til the bars’ gone Holla at me [Verse 20] Ready for the track to switch up Bitch play with me I’ll smack your bitch up Bitch suck my dick up ‘Til she get the hiccups *Hiccups*, excuse you ho Now I got to lose you ho You know how Sqad dos you ho Move you through the shit smooth and slow Now you gotta do the whole clique You know how to fuckin’ go, suck the whole dick Catch the whole nut until you never don’t spit This some freestyle shit until the track gone Bitch I’ll fuck you ‘til your back gone I shoot the gun ‘til the Mac gone Rap on [Interlude] Oh, I’ma rap on Oh, I’ma rap on Oh, we gon’ take it back to the streets with this one [Verse 21] 17th Ward nigga My balls thicker, scars and hard liquor Revolve quicker if I’m involved in war nigga Fuck the laws and fuck peace We all live raw And we duck them boys and run streets This shit won’t cease You got a problem when you fuckin’ with Weezy the don nukka ‘Cause this shit that I palm in my arm is going blucka And I’m young but a wise nigga But in the meanwhile I’m wild going at it Fuck it, tryna join my daddy Automatic weapons, pow You can call the paramedics now And if any test the child he stepping on deadly grounds I’m repping Hollygrove to my fucking grave woa’ And chase dough, slave hoes, and keep my head low We can’t let the feds know nothing We keep it quiet as kept If someone frontin’ you find him dest [Interlude] I’m sorry What the fuck is “find him dest”? I meant, “If someone frontin’ you find his death” Death 7, S. Q Holla at us, check it [Verse 22] Pistols burning Pop the barrel, turning It got the faggots squirming We closing any open shop we ain’t concerned in Coke the size of Sherman Klump we flipped and doubled And dropped the whip on dubs and dipped in Bubble Get a bad bitch to hustle and move product And split them niggas quick as fuck if them dudes try her Not behind the ho, but only behind the dough And behind the dough I kill whoever stand behind the door You ain’t tryna go that route with the Sqad, it’s rough, I promise We kidnap your mommas and sit our johnsons on her tonsils We reside inside the S. Q. bombers And we leave families emotional like Carl Thomas So stay from ‘round us And to be honest, ain’t nothing for me to do away with you I be the same nigga that blow a Tre with you Then let a K hit you Fuck you nigga, I ain’t got no love for none of y’all Make you my underdog, put you under dawg [Interlude] Under dawg, holla This shit we doing is under dawg Man, listen [Verse 23] Bitch I’m explosive All this niggas know this Weezy, I’m your woadie Holla, guns is toted Never fucking loaded But I keep more E You know how I do it bitch, I do it for me I do it for the streets, I do it for my peeps I do it for Sqad I do it ‘cause I ride I do it ‘til I die I never gets high I’m always on my toes I never fuck bitches, I never fuck hoes But I only gets my dick sucked That’s because I got a real bitch that’s on my siddide Down with the Squiddad [Interlude] Oh, oh that my nigga Six Shot Yeah, bout to run it Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh Check it, check it Listen [Verse 24] I do just what I motherfuckin’ want I never live with regrets I speak from the shit that bleed on the left side of my chest Take heed to the shit that gleam on the left side of my waist Or take three to the left side of your face A multiplatinum artist still riding with TECs and 3-8s A hustler, you can see the crack residue left on them plates They fucking with me, I’m predicting death on them snakes I ride in a frenzy Ride in a Benzy Fuck it, tryna fire my enemies Fire a sack, recline back, and feel me I spit that filthy shit That gutta, guilty until proven guilty shit, get back at me Let’s just spit rapidly at chests, you better fucking halt Or the Glocks with the thunderbolts make you do somersaults [Interlude] Holla at me mothafucke, holla at me Holla at me muhfucka, holla at me Holla at me muhfucka, holla at me That’s my nigga, yeah Listen, listen [Verse 25] This is for the Sqad I sip Moët with This is for the Sqad that I pop X with This is for the Sqad I be in the house of blues with This is for my Sqad that I usually fools with This is for Lil’ Jay, this is for Lil’ Yo This is for Lil’ T-Redd, this is for Fee-Fee though This is for my nigga Sam, all call him Supa This is for my nigga Tez, stupid ass nigga [Interlude] Haha holla, holla I was feeling that one, that was real nice Was real nice Ok, ok Listen [Verse 26] We carry automatic machine objects in jean pockets And clocks with beams cocked and fuck with me - seeing doctors The Sqad be in monster trucks with screens and bobbers Passing green and brown chocolate like John Stockton Who stopping these lil’ niggas? Nobody, it’s impossible Find me in a Benz – aqua blue Rims colossal dude And right under the seat’s a Glock or two Don’t make me pop at you And got two Hawaiian tropical bitches that will swallow you People ask me “Weezy, why you do it so big?” I pop my collar, drop the roof off the 6, then shoot up the bridge Listen, I’ve had loot since a kid I ain’t just start having dough As a matter of fact, I started having dough I’ma be fancy, send some warnings at folks Be very cautious or them Glock 4s get pointed at throats I bet he choke [Interlude] What you don’t know? It’s Weezy the Squiddon squiddy Get with it Holla at us Oh shit, holla at me Ya, ya, ya What these niggas know about that nigga Weezy? What these niggas know about that nigga Weezy? Fat, I got us Is you ready? What these niggas know about that nigga Weezy? Not a muhfuckin’ thing They don’t know that I got a muhfucking thing right up inside my pants and I’m ready to make a bitch dance Holla at me listen [Verse 27] Nigga fuck with me, get washed away Glocks and revolvers spray Cats get they corners blazed Blast with enormous Ks Understand Weezy be the don and ain’t no fading him Play with him, shots turn him dome into a stadium Beef with me and my gun immediately bust repeatedly Unleash this pop one in your bitch Victoria Secre- ‘Atures creepin’ without the lights on Doo rag, G Nikes on Hope the choir sing your ass a nice song Niggas ain’t tryna collide with the Squiddad It is not wise I’m robbing your block with Glock 9s Pull out, cock, pop moms Drop bombs You niggas ????????? Sqad bitch, ain’t no replacing me Come to take shit We be on some money make shit Simply basic, you hate I put more designs in your head than Anthony Mason Have you parents in the front emergency room pacing Crying an waiting for the doctor to come out and say “Miss your motherfuckin’ son didn’t make it”, holla *Moans* all y’all better know no disrespecting Weez’ Come to your fucking street and kill families Holla at this muhfuckin’ nigga You know me And ask your bitch, she blow me You know I’m in love with Kobe And Hovi [Interlude] Ok, ok What they want? Check it, check it [Verse 28] Nigga it’s pistol play regardless of the matter I’m a heartless lil’ bastard Since Rabbit died my life’s been darkened and shattered Fuck all of you faggots Regulator, warrior, bandit, gun busta Spit the cannon make you fall to the canvas muhfucka It’s Lil’ Weezy in the flesh nigga, Hollygrove candidate Running with The Sqad scavengers, we on some family shit Niggas ain’t understanding it but they will in a minute Or my K peel in a minute, make your head drill to your tennis I’ma stay trill for the spinach Tremendous when I’m on that green shit Menace when I’m on that green shit for that green shit I’ma a soldier, some Army, Navy, Marine shit My appearance is ? shit, but I got Korean chips Fuck with me I blast you idiots Let the Mac and Semis spit like Pakistinians muhfucka [Interlude] Muhfucka, ok, it’s real time It’s real time I know what song next I fuckin’ know what song next Check it, check it "Nigga I crash parties crash-" Oh I ain’t know that was next I ain’t know that was next I really didn’t know that was next Sorry. I’ma freestyle to it [Verse 29] Ok ain’t no nigga like this nigga Weezy Ain’t no clique like the Sqiddy Sqeezy You know how we do it, we dos it easy but we gets loot And if a muhfucka fuck with us we shoot We do the things, we do it big, we ride big And if a muhfucka fuck with us he die quick I make your momma and your child spit up blood I make shit come up to your thighs This the Squad I don’t fuck with niggas I only fuck with six niggas I only fuck with rich niggas I only fuck with C. M. B. dawg And they only fuck with Weezy Wee dawg I’ma freestlyle ‘til the beat’s gone I’ma freestyle ‘til the cheese gone I’ma do this shit ‘til I’m gone And I’ma rhyme on, muhfucka Here’s my dick, you can climb on [Interlude] Fuck, holla at me, holla at me Full of that Mo’ Now I’m full of that dro Yeah, yeah; what’s next Smoove? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, shit, shit, oh, oh, oh, shit, shit Check me, check me Listen [Verse 30] I’m a outlaw I’m quick on the draw I’m from the motherfucking graveland 17th Ward I go hard, these niggas can’t play with me I got a whole bunch of guns, you can’t spray with me I spit this shit like a K spit rapidly I make your fucking family live unhappily Who the fuck wan’ fuck with Weezy? They know what I’m fucking ‘bout They know I run up in they house, gun up in they mouth I keep it ‘bout it, ‘bout it, not like No Limit But this fucking shit I roll with ain’t got no gimmicks This Sqad shit ‘til the motherfucking end you bitch And I’ll kill your motherfucking best friend you bitch I put the - Oh shit, I ain’t ‘bout to finish spittin’ I ain’t ‘bout to finish ripping it up I’m about to giving it up to my nigga motherfu - Oh, oh, we living it up We doing it real fucking big We will kill fucking kids If you ever fuck around with these mill’ fucking ‘ions [Interlude] You get it? Mill’ fuckin’ ‘ions Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh What they know about me? Listen Got some shit coming Y’all niggas, if you listening to this, sit down and prepare ‘Cause here it come, ok Let’s do it Oh shit, oh shit What you know about that nigga Lil’ Weezy? Oh shit, oh shit What you know about me? Listen [Verse 31] Nigga I crash parties, crash shorties, crash Bacardis, crash Ferraris Crash authorities, crash sororities, crash quarter kis Infected with a raw disease, call it H. I. V That stands for Hoes, Incoming Violence That’s what I die with I pop shit, don’t fuck with Sqad shit We on some mob shit Some lil’ niggas who seem harmless, but nah bitch Glocks spit behind anything Bitch lick anything ‘Cause I got plenty change like Bill Gates’ piggy bank Got a young pretty thing sitting beside me in the whip With Limo tints to hide me in the whip Told mami you can keep your clothes on, I wan’ see where your head at In other words I don’t wanna fuck, I wan’ see where your head at You can catch me laid back in the cut with ounces and bundles Bouncing from hustles, doubt me I’ll fuck you, fuck it Lounging in bubble Rocky watch resemble mountains or something Fronting get your body found behind some mountains or sum’n Aye, when you fuckin’ with me you fuckin’ with cheese You fuckin’ with Streets, you fuckin’ with heat You fuckin’ with Sqad, you fuckin’ for free You touching your knees And if you hate, you’ll be lucky to breathe Now how you like lookin’? When the double gauge is ???? you get your fuckin’ life token Despite the business, fuck rap Picture block on a motorcycle wheeling But the Glock ain’t right for kidneys I don’t like you bitches, I hate you hoes Date you hoes, bust nuts in your facials hoes Then replace you hoes, that’s the type of shit that makes you hoes All the women in this nation hoes Hot since my creation woa’ Who the fuck want him? Bitch niggas with no nuts on ‘em I got pistols with blood on ‘em Whips with dubs on ‘em Niggas with chips and drugs on ‘em Got bitches with hips and tits on ‘em Lips with dicks on ‘em Chicks with bricks on ‘em Chicks with chicks on ‘em I’m big shit homie, wide body chrome 6 Get dome while driving home, shit, shit, shit This shit, Weezy Sqad shit, shit Some chicks can make a hit the way they tongue twist, shit Pimp shit, no spit shit, raw shit A bunch of Lil’ Waynes in your fucking jaw shit [Interlude] Holla at me, I’m still not done Holla at me, check it, I’m still not done Nigga holla at me, holla at me Listen, listen, listen [Verse 32] Don’t get it twisted ‘cause I’m younger than most I come with the toast Get it hot like summer was close I’m hanging out the Hummer with Sos’ Exploding missile Glock ringing at the front of your door like Jehovah Witness’ Sober? Forget it This C. M. B. thing, I’m over committed The youngest soldier come with it Cock back, guns put holes in your fitted Nigga I told you to quit it I load it with 50 I blow ‘til it’s empty The dro and Henny got me lokin’ and limpin’ Ropin’ up when I drink ‘til I’m over the limit Hoppin’ out the Rover with Semis Wildin’ out, go straight to your momma’s house With a rag on my face with more 9s than dialing out Now who hating? Niggas cheapskating, underestimating The heat take him, put him under extra pavement Some one week in Jamaica, come back with a accent like - [Outro: Lil Wayne] Whoo, whoo, fuck it That’s 10000 bars for y’all bitches Holla at me Weezy Wee, Raj Smoove And that’s the end of that story One Shit Man, man