[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I ain't lookin' back, nigga, I'ma douchebag to these pussy ass niggas, Hammer in my draws but I nail yo bitch, Blunts like fingers, I'm ‘bout to make a fist, Everybody die, gon' bury me alive, Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside, Glock clip full like the moon in the sky, I'm at the gas station addin' fuel to the fire. Life ain't shit but bitches and money, I pass that weed like I studied, Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix, Highway to Heaven, I'm takin' the scenic, You tied to the track of my train of thoughts, And controllin' my thoughts is like tamin' sharks, And these hoes wanna kick it with me, I'ma sensei, And I got fat pockets, you niggas in shape, Tools on deck, tattoos on necks, Life is a bitch, I'll make her yo ex, Better turn to God, ‘fore I turn to Godzilla, How the fuck you gon' talk shit to diarrhea? Muthafucka, it's on, I'm just rubbin' ‘em wrong, Put a bug in my ear but not in my phone, I'll have a broke, muthafucka, run in ya home For a crumb and a bone and put one in ya dome, One in ya dome. [x8] [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Empty stomach, full clip, I'm gon' get it, gon' get it. Empty stomach, full clip, I'm gon' get it, gon' get it. My trigger finger itchin'. [x5] Nigga. [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I don't like to dream about gettin' paid, You ain't gon' hurt nobody like Kid ‘n Play, Ain't none sweet but the codeine, nigga, Eyes hella red like chlorine in ‘em, I was gettin' that pussy, I was gettin' that money, Long hair don't care, Hacksaw Jim Duggan, Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step, Two rights don't make a wrong, three rights make a left. The cops on my dick, the feds on my nerves, I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words, If she don't suck dick, I don't give her that dick, Got the world in my hands, Imma dribble that bitch, Money is the issue, full court pressure, I like my blunt, Nutty Professor, I'ma straight rider with a getaway driver, Hit you dead on the money, now you dead on arrival. I don't fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends, But never too rich for new money, These niggas buyin' Gatorade by the twelve pack Like two stomachs. I'm laced up like two shoes, Miss Goody, Keep that ratchet, nigga, Trigger finger itchin', I'll scratch you, nigga, Blow yo fuckin' brains out in traffic, nigga, Got green New Orleans, Saint Patrick, nigga, One bitch on the whip, one on the phone, The one on the phone is in front of ya home, She ‘bout to run in ya home and put one in ya dome, One in ya dome. [x8] [Chorus] [Verse 3:] [Soulja Boy:] Rest in peace to the game ‘cause I'm fresh to death, Rest in peace to the game, tell ‘em kill theyself, Make yo death wish, ‘cause I'm too fresh, ‘Cause I'm fresh to death, ‘cause I'm fresh to death, You go broke tryna get fresh like this, Rest in peace to the game ‘cause I killed it. I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, What you talkin', I came outta coffin, yeah! [Lil Wayne:] I just can't see myself, livin' in a house of mirrors, I bought me a double R ‘cause I went from Rags to Riches. And these niggas nag like bitches, Actin' like little fags like Richard, And all of my bitches be bad as vision, You got a problem, I can fix it like a mathematician. I ammunition, call me ammo for short, Trukfit shirt, Camo the shorts, Ya girl is a freak, ya man is a narc, With your son in your arm I'll put one in ya dome, Tunechi! One in ya dome. [x8]
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