Gudda Gudda Money Keep Calling

I woke up this morning, money on my mind,

Bad bitches in my bed, trying to fuck, but I ain’t got time.

So I had to pack a set, jump straight in the shower,

Told my plug I’ll meet him in McDonald’s in an hour.

So I jump right in my truck, cut that chord a foe,

Stop the gravis right, gotta get right, it’s time to poke up.

Wasting to the money, cell phone tripping,

And a pistol on my lap while I’m riding and I’m working.

I’m straight from the New Orleans,

These bitches know balling,

Got a scope on the riffle,

I ain’t missing none of my targets.

And your girl said she wants all of me,

And when I leave she follow me,

I gotta get straight to the money,

Bitch, I hear that paper calling me.

Calling me, that money keep calling me,

Calling me, that money, that money keep calling me.

Calling me, that money keep calling me,

Money keep calling, keep calling.

I’m talking big money, big paper,

Big gun with a layer laser.

Dump you in a river now,

The pigs will find you here later.

I’m a New Orleans, a fake cater,

Peels bury, I’m a brand maker,

Got a nine, I call on Nina Ross,

Aka that head breaker.

You niggas is dead fakers,

See before, that’s so tight.

Niggas getting money, living lovely,

Nigga, fuck your life.

Drink cotton, I’m using mine,

Every day is when I use the shine.

They call me The Mechanic,

‘Cause I’m walking ’round with this tool mine.

I’m straight from the New Orleans,

These bitches know balling,

Got a scope on the riffle,

I ain’t missing none of my targets.

And your girl said she wants all of me,

And when I leave she follow me,

I gotta get straight to the money,

Bitch, I hear that paper calling me.

Calling me, that money keep calling me,

Calling me, that money, that money keep calling me.

Calling me, that money keep calling me,

Money keep calling, keep calling.

Love my nervs back, gotta pass me the weed,

I’m a cold hearted nigga, so I’m grabbing the heat,

Throw some bullets at your ass, all my past is complete.

I’ll put a hole in your skull, Alexander McQueen.

Man, motherfuck you and the name of your team,

I’m laughing at you while I stab you, then I rape you and shit.

I caught you by your girl’s house, now you’re bleeding on the lawn,

I spit dope, I’m Cole Young, put this needle to your arm.

I’m the hideous when it’s cold, I be freezing when it’s warm.

Face it, I’m about to blow, like I’m sitting on a bomb, pause.

Two wild bold niggas from the NOI, 6-6 douce parol, MOB.

I’m straight from the New Orleans,

These bitches know balling,

Got a scope on the riffle,

I ain’t missing none of my targets.

And your girl said she wants all of me,

And when I leave she follow me,

I gotta get straight to the money,

Bitch, I hear that paper calling me.

Calling me, that money keep calling me,

Calling me, that money, that money keep calling me.

Calling me, that money keep calling me,

Money keep calling, keep calling.

Gudda Gudda Bedrock

[Intro: Lloyd]

I Can make your bed rock (Young Money)

I Can make your bed rock girl

Kane is in the building nigga

I Can make your bed rock

I Can make your bed rock

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

She got that good good, she Michael Jackson bad

I’m attracted to her with her attractive ass

And now we murderers, because we kill time

I knock her lights out and she still shine

I hate to see her go, but I’d love to watch her leave

But I keep her runnin’ back and forth like a soccer team

Cold as a winter day, hot as a summer’s eve

Young Money thieves, steal your hearts with ease

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]

I like the way you walkin’ if you walkin’ my way

I’m that red bull, now let’s fly away

Let’s buy a place with all kinds of space

I’ll let you be the judge and I’m the case

I’m Gudda Gudda, I putta other

I see me with her, no stevie Wonder

She don’t even wonder, cause she know she bad

And I got her nigga, grocery bags

[Chorus: Lloyd]

Okay, ooohhh baby

I be stuck to you like glue baby

Wanna spend it all on you baby

My room is the g-spot

Call me Mr. Flinstone

I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock girl

I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]

Okay I get it let me think I guess it’s my turn

Maybe it’s time to put this pussy when your side burns

He say I’m bad, he probably right

He pressin’ me like button downs on a friday night (Ha ha ha)

I’m so pretty like, be on my pedal bike

Be on my low scrunch

Be on my ecko whites

He say nicki don’t stop you the bestest

And I just be coming off the top asbestos

[Verse 4: Drake]

I love your sushi roll, hotter than wasabi

I race for your love, shake and bake, ricky bobby

I’m at the W but I can’t meet you in the lobby

Girl I gotta watch my back cause I’m not just anybody

I see them standing in line, just to get beside her

I let her see the aston or let the rest surprise her

That’s when we disappear, you need GPS to find her

Oh that was your girl, I thought I recognized her

[Chorus: Lloyd]

Okay, ooohhh baby

I be stuck to you like glue baby

Wanna spend it all on you baby

My room is the g-spot

Call me Mr. Flinstone

I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock girl

I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock

[Verse 5: Tyga]

She like tannin’, I like stayin’ in

She like romancin’, I like rollin’ with friends

She said I’m caged in, I think her conscios is

She watchin’ that oxygen, I’m watchin’ ESPN

But when that show ends, she all in my skin lotion

No emotions, roller coasting like back, forth, hold it (Hold it [x4])

She pause like it’s for posters and I poke like I’m supposed to

Take this photo if you for me, she said don’t you ever show this

I’m too loyal and too focused, to be losing and be hopeless

When I spoke this, she rejoiced it

Said your words get me open, so I closed it

Where your clothes is, I’m only loving for the moment

[Verse 6: Jae Millz]

She ain’t got a man but she’s not alone

Miss independent yea she got her own

Hey gorgoues, umm, I mean flawless, well

That’s what you are, how I see it, this how I call it

Yea, look at how she walk, who knew she know she bad

Do your thang baby, I ain’t even mad

And I ain’t leaving fast, I’m a stay a while

Hold your head chris, I’m a take her down

[Chorus: Lloyd]

Okay, ooohhh baby

I be stuck to you like glue baby

Wanna spend it all on you baby

My room is the g-spot

Call me Mr. Flinstone

I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock girl

I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Lloyd]

T Streets

Mack Maine

Jae Millz

Tyga

Drizzy Drake

Nicki Minaj

Hey Shanell

And Young Llyod

It’s Young Mula Baby

Gudda Gudda What You Talkin Bout

[Hook:]

Lately a lot of shit been on my mind

My home big but it be quiet

Lately a lot of shit been on my mind

My home big but it be quiet

[Verse:]

I got my faith in the law, devil knockin at my doorstep

Rosary around my neck, I’m prayin for the Lord’s help

I do more for others than I do for self

Weight on my chest with no spot, I need mo help

No crimes on record but a criminal past

You see a real nigga walkin? Let a crimin past

One man, one mic plus a pen and a pad

No subliminals, pop at yo subliminal ass

Penitentiary calls – I answer and I listen to em

Need money on yo books? Fuck it, I’m a give it to em

Real niggas speakin so real niggas listen to em

We all got the same heart, it’s beating to a different tune

Same building, different rooms, with different views

I know some young niggas, dumn niggas that ain’t got shit to lose

When them birds touch down, they celebrate like 50 cruise

So they can get that Mr. T ice, I pity the fool

Clippin the newsboy slang, over a gold chain

Just another day in New Orleans, ain’t a thing changed

In my city we worship soldier slim and choppa bullets

Them young niggas turn they music up, they load the choppa to it

East side the choppa tulies, uptown the downtown

Nigga surround yo house with bass pumpin, that’s surround sound

Nigga aks around town, ain’t shit sweet

Several bodies found around town and that was this week

Sharks swimming in the water, boy this shit deep

The game changed a lot but still I remain me

One of the realest, blame the game, don’t blame me

Gudda to the Gudda, double G, I’m the same me

Lately, shit been on my mind these days

Tryna thug the crime wave but we know crime pays

Lately, shit been on my mind these days

Tryna thug the crime wave but we know crime pays

[Hook:]

Lately a lot of shit been on my mind

My home big but it be quiet

Lately a lot of shit been on my mind

My home big but it be quiet

Lately a lot of shit been on my mind

My home big but it be quiet

Be quiet

[Outro:]

Gudda

Walk with me

Walk with me

Yea

This right here for my city, you know?

New Orleans

Uptown, downtown

East side, west bank

Free C Murda

Yuh

Real nigga tho

Welcome home Turk

Free BG

Real city shit, you know?

Rest in peace Soulja Slim

Ain’t no bomb, ain’t no time

Free Mac

Yea

Chop City nigga

Blah, Gudda

Gudda Gudda Raw

[Jae Millz:]

Yo

Hey, yo I heard your coach scream we can’t stop em we gotta injure nigga on top I goes in like T enter it young money red devils all we do is win it then get our michael phelps on with these bitches yeah we swimmin it showin off this man in choice scrubs can’t stand this boy If they don’t leave they hood then I’m coast to coast like Brandon Roy and that emit that dissin I ain’t got the energy cause niggas is tough talkers with queer tendencies fuck the kid shit I’m groanin bout my dollas so I’m a play sabathia and you go play prasoda catch this fuckin heat that I’m throwin at yo collar and tell Big L I got em once we reach the heavenly father nigga I rep that uptown call me mr harlem my flow monumental like madison square garden my bitch will air your squadrant nigga I beg ya pardon don’t get the rest of you motherfuckin kids darkened

[Gudda Gudda:]

Um

I grab the mic and od like I’m free base in and we control shit like free mason oh you a bold bitch a lot of e taken I peter roll shit a lot of teeth waitin leave the seen vacant young money cage in ice on the rims so we leave skatin neck full of gold wrist full of glitter and when we leave all the hos follow like twitter flow sour type bitter I’m a different type nigga stomp niggas out yeah we typewrite a nigga then we put em to bed yeah we night night nigga I’m over ya head like the zyguise nigga I could get you brain for the right price nigga cause these boyz are pussy like pie spice nigga I steam and cook em like hot rice nigga misery with the gullotine chop dice niggas

[Mack Maine:]

Bitch I’m Mack Maine

You are now tuned in to one of realist to do this shit I spit proverbs they spit foolishness I spit the truth and shit They spittin tall tales If lifes a test I pass and ya’ll all fail I bring you all hell my words should be written in read a psychic came up to me one day and this bitch said Jermaine on the mic I can tell you nice you touch hurts you might be the second coming of christ

Gudda Gudda I’m Leaving

[Intro:]

Oh I love the way,

That you carry yourself

Even love the way,

You wear your hair

And I’m loving you

That’s cool, but um

[Verse 1:]

Ok, I met you on the other side of town

The word around town is that you known to get around

I ain’t trippin, no,

I’m tryina put you in the leg lock, 54

Legs behind your head, make your bed rock, hit it slow,

Young gigolo, call me Deuce Bigallow

Never satisfied with one dime, you gotta give me more

So, I ride clean through the city slow

Looking for a cute face, fat ass, pretty toes

Know some diddy hoes, that’s the worst type

Type that ask you for a purse on the first night

Type to turn a great date to a worst night

Love pack them bags up, you on the first flight home

Then it’s on to the next one

Never know the next one, might be the best one

Fresh off the jet, fly like Elroy Jetson

Treat a dog hoe like a step son,

[Bridge:]

I’m leaving

That’s right, I’m leaving

Yep that’s right, I’m leaving

Ok, I’m leaving

[Verse 2:]

Ok, I met her at the gallery, I was in a Louie store

Buying up a bunch of shit, attracting all the groupie hoes

Sippin on the purple punch, you know it got me moving slow

So I entertain them bitches like I’m in a movie role

Take her out to eat, Rose, plate of sushi roll

She got a pretty face, golden hair like dooky roll

I’m thinking, this one might be a keeper

Bring her to the hood and let all my niggas meet her

Showin love, my homies say she look real familiar

Something like this chick named Patricia

I’m like whoa, every other city we go

Pac said he best man, we see the same hoes

Every other video, every other show

You could bet your last dollar they be in the first row

They just tryina get paid, who are they to blame?

It’s all about the might dollar, bright lights and fame

So I’m leaving

That’s right, I’m leaving

Gudda Gudda Small Thing To A Giant

[Gudda Gudda:]

I’m bout that drama, You fucking with tha cannon nigga

Got a gangsta grill yellow diamonds when I rambo nigga

So don’t cross we got ammo like Rambo nigga

Lifes a gamble you craped out you bad gambling nigga

Nigga moving fast gotta pump the brakes on em

They better pump em fast before I beat the brakes off em

My goons real hungry looking for a big break

And you’s a real phony looking like a big steak

So get your shit straight, Before I grab this big ape

Hit you in your left eye now you can’t see shit straight

Ray Charles nigga blind to the fact

While you was in your class, I was grinding and getting scratched

The knife grind you and you scratched

Now you crying like a bitch, You a bird got wings

I’m a fly you with the pack, Uh

These little niggas got the nerves

These niggas under me

I put you under my wing, nigga you’s a son to me

[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]

Small thing to a giant

Small thing to a giant

Small thing to a giant

Small thing to a giant

[Lil Wayne:]

Yeah, Guess What?, Streets off paper

And me, I’m praying for probation

Like my ancestors prayed for segregation

I’m a predator when I pray, I don’t mean meditation

I mean vegetation, Fuck the Feds and fuck the Federation

And every agent, Man I want an Asian, Sex her like a geisha

Get up in her stomach like Ignacio, Let me stop

Naa let me keep going, C4ing, We blowing

Up you better be detouring if we touring then she snoring cause he boring

Shorty need a refund bring it back

And when it comes to me she pre-ordering and reordering and reordering

And I be ballin and I’m free falling and I sleep out of that pussy

And when she calling I don’t answer

But she keep calling and keep calling

And we ballin like we ballin

As a matter of fact like street ballin

We evolving, They dissolving

Cincinatti Reds hat, Red black

Cops find your body but they don’t know where your head at

Uh, I’m goin in like wet pussy, No money, That sound like debt to me

Bitch I don’t give a motherfuck

Yea I’m leanin, Bout to pour me up another cup

Yea I’m high, Bout to roll me up another blunt

I rolled a Biggie Smalls… Heres another one

I’m in love with Wayne, Long hair don’t care

Bitch call me Rick James, Hahaha

Weezy that nigga, And don’t forget da baby you fucking babysitter

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Small thing to a giant

Small thing to a giant

Small thing to a giant

And this a small thing to a giant

[Gudda Gudda:]

I’m goin in like I’m goin home

20 thousand on my wrist and my neck that’s my rolling stone

Went from being broke to not a pot to piss in

Now I gotta pocket full of dead politicians

Stop nigga listen

Cause I’m a bout to rape the game down

No toilet paper on me while I’m shitting

Fly boy hover over niggas like a flying saucer

YMOB, Don’t make me call the bosses

YM gon eat and run like break-fast

Been running for too long it’s time to take cash

And I’m a smoke the game cause no air kills

And for the money I eat beats up like bear grylls

Bitches love me when they stare I give them rare chills

But money is over her, She can’t see in a pair of heels

Young nigga bout to bleed the game

Throw a stack at dem hoes and tell em keep the change

Gasoline flow light the match, Watch it spark

Fire jumpin off my lips everytime I talk

Living legend in the flesh, I’m the champ yes

I’m serving niggas like my name is Pete Sampras

Get hyphy if you want and I’m a shake them dreads

And go dumb with the tool upside your head

Who want it? You get em, I taunt em

Take all his money then I take a shit on him

Your whole click is phony, My little ponys

Gudda walk alone and shit my shadow is my army

Why I need a nigga when I got my tool on me

My little buddy got bullets like the army

Military thoughts like I trained with Al-Qaida

Raid a niggas crib with a box cutter razor

Look, So bow down to the chief the the champ

Dictator in the streets nigga signed and stamped

Gudda!

Gudda Gudda Willy Wonka

I I I Don’t Like The Look Of It

I I I Don’t Like The Look Of It

I I I Don’t Like The Look Of It

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]

Ok I’m Sipping On The Syrup Got A Nigga Mioving Slow

I’m All Bout The Money What The Fuck You Think I Do It For

Just Don’t Act Like You Ain’t Know I’m Killing These Rap Ass Niggas

Costing Them Thier Caskets For Your Motherfucking Funeral

Keep These Women With Me Shit I Gotta Keep Two Or More

Party Everyday Like We Won The Fucking Superbowl

Chilling With My Nigga Mack He Keeps Bitches Handy

White Girls On The Table Let Them Sniff The Nose Candy

When I’m Walking By The Women Say Who Is That

Nigga I Reply I’m Gudda Gudda That Nigga

I Was Raised In A home Of Cap Splitters

Whip On 24s Watch It Crawl Like A Caterpillar

I Come With A Toy Boy Like A Happy Meal

And You A Motherfucking Duck Daffy Dale

From The School Of Hard Knocks Where we Scrap And Kill

Pick The Kinfe With Gunna You Could Get the Package Deal

I’m Hot Nigga Burning Everything Around Me

I Was Lost For A Minute Took A While But I Found Me

The Streets Say I’m King But The Game Will Never Crown Me

Realest Nigga Doing It Just Ask The Nigga Round Me

So You Can’t Size Me Up But Try To Clown A

Shark Jump In The Water And I’m a Drown Ya

New Orleans Gun Out I’m a Down Ya

Put Niggas To Sleep Like A Downer

I’m A Great White You A Flounder

Fish Ain’t A Bitch I’ll Tuna Everything Around Ya

You Hoe Gudda Move Everything Around Ya

It’s Young Money Bitch At The Top Is Where They Found Us

Nigga

(Wayne Sparks Up)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Goons I’m Back Marley Don’t Shoot ‘Em

Silence On A Gun Watch A Nigga Mute ‘Em

The Coach And The Boot Call Me Jon Gruden

Schooled These Nigga They All My Students

All Jokes Aside I Ain’t Playing With Ya

The Weed Broke Down Like A Transmission

Choppers Spin Like A Ballerina

I’m Still Spitting Like I Ate A Jalapeno

I’m From Uptown My Bitchs From Argentina

My Pockets On Fat Like Joey Cartagena

Stunt So Hard It’s All Ya’ll Fault

And When It Come To Beef Give Me A-1 Sauce

I Ain’t Worrying About Shit Everything Paid

Catch Me Poolside In Dwayne Wades House

Wth A High Yellow Bitch With Her Legs Out

Catch Money President But We In Red House

Who The Fuck Want It Name A Fucking Day

Blow The Candles Out My Nigga Cut The Cake

I Gotta Eat Bitch Like A Runaway

Ya’ll Niggas Ain’t Eating Stomache

Ok All These Bitches And Niggas Still Hatin

I Used To Be Ballin But Now I’m Bill Gating

Fuck You With My iPhone Bumpin Illmatic

I’m On The Road To Riches It’s Just A Lil Traffic

Hair Still Platic Fuckins A Habit

Keep My Guitar Hip Hop Manny Cravis

Bought Your Bad Bitches and I Fuck ‘Em Like Rabbits

Dope Big weezy Your Girlfriends A Addict

Uh

I I Don’t I I Don’t

I Don’t Like The Look Of It

Gudda Gudda Red Rum Outro

Yea, it go Young Money, Young Money, can’t nobody see us

I come to bring the noise and the racket like Serena

Leaving rappers stranded in the water like FEMA

Cause they WWF, fake John Cenas

MCeemer, who got the keys to my Beamer?

Give em to my baby mama, let er ride cleaner

I don’t call em rap niggas, I call em rap divas

Cause these niggas got legs with a pussy in-between em

Son I’m like Phoenix, charm was the meaning of a real killa with his nuts hangin to the ceiling

Holla if you see me, real niggas only

If you fake look the other way and walk straight homie

I ain’t here to diss, I’m her to dismantle

Beats cut them more in, I’m a burn in like a candle

Too hot to handle, too cold to hold

I’m a stand up nigga, boy I’m too bold to fold

I’m a east side nigga, gun under my pillow

Pistol whip yo head, back and forth like Willow

Never been a soft boy, I’m rough like thriller

And I’m 10 times worse when I pop a cup of Skittles

I’m rollin, rollin, car not stolen

Light skinned it nigga but my neck look golden

Money I’m countin, haters keep doubtin

Rappin at my peak, at the peak of the mountain

That mean I’m on top and you’ll never see me floppin

When my album drop I bet the fans go and cop it

Spittin straight classics, turn the tray to aces

Ball hard with the rock and I ain’t never passin

Down south nigga with a east coast spirit

In the booth turn the mic on and I’m a get it loose

It’s been a hard road but I’m a get through

Hard work pays off, baby I’m the living proof

No toilet in the studio, I’m shittin in the booth

And the raps that I’m writin got me sittin in the coup

Young Money Cash Money, name a better crew

Bow down to the team, that’s what you bet I’m do

I’m a keep goin like the Energizer bunny

Like I told you on my first tape, I’m getting to the money

And I’m all about the dolla, if you not don’t holler

And I got a couple problems but the money will solve it

I’m a east side nigga, New Orleans night boy

Livin like Bruce Willis, nigga I’m a die hard

You got hate in yo eyes, I can see it

And my young killas with me, wearin stripes like Adidas

And I’m a keep glowin, freestyle flowin

But I don’t rap for free, it’s a fee when I’m flowin

I’m back on my bullshit, extension with the full clip

To kick back from the click clack and make a full flip

I’m on the road to riches, it’s a must now

But I’m still stuck up in the traffic like rush hour

All my niggas crazy, animals, hostile

We the red army, marching like Moscow

Gudda Gudda Hammer Time

[Verse 1:]

Uh stop it nigga, you’re fucking with a silver bag,

Niggas think they seeing me, they starting silver packs,

New Orleans, home of the murder,

Niggas talking beef, I’m a cook em like a burger,

Yeah two pistols, one is in my right hand

The other one got a beam light, Sean Paul I give em the light man,

Murk you in your right hand, man they cut off your right hand,

And take yo girl if she light scan

And bend her over on my night stand,

Two much paper on me, I need a money counter,

Choppa sitting in my closet, brick is on my counter,

Young and reckless, VVS necklace,

Talking cash shit, if you don’t expect then you check it.

[Hook:]

Pistol hangin out my jeans, it’s hammer time

Hit the club and blow my money, it’s hammer time

Tote bus full of bunnies, it’s hammer time.

Aks me a question, my answer bitch is hammer time.

It’s hammer time, it’s hammer time,

It’s hammer time, it’s hammer time,

It’s hammer time, it’s hammer time,

I hit the club and blow my money, bitch it’s hammer time.

[Verse 2:]

I got money coming to me, and pussy right behind that

Bust it open, let me get behind that,

Young money, paper to the ceiling,

Red Rum, I’m about to make a killing,

I’m getting to it, mind on the million,

You tryina rent and lease, I’m about to buy the building

Bitch we eating, eating like it’s feed up,

I had a great summer, I could put my feet up,

Hit the studio, bitch it’s time to re-up,

Bifocals on, niggas still can’t see us,

Big money got them bad hoes talking

I ain’t gotta say shit bitch, big money talking and my

[Hook:]

Pistol hangin out my jeans, it’s hammer time

Hit the club and blow my money, it’s hammer time

Tote bus full of bunnies, it’s hammer time.

Aks me a question, my answer bitch is hammer time.

It’s hammer time, it’s hammer time,

It’s hammer time, it’s hammer time,

It’s hammer time, it’s hammer time,

I hit the club and blow my money, bitch it’s hammer time.

[Verse 3:]

Hammer in my pocket, you know I’m a bomb first,

All black Bentley, I call that bitch finest words,

Dice in my hand I’m a shake em like a stripper,

Pick the money up and hit the dough and then I’m dipping,

You know what I’m sipping, purple in my Styrofoam

I’m high as fuck, in the sky is where I belong,

Down south champion, I’m a bring the title home,

Overthrow your king, I could take your idols thrown

Gudda Gudda, I’m the hardest nigga speaking

What you’re making in a year, I could make it on the weekend

All my cups muddy and my niggas they be chiffin

On that medical marijuana, my living room stinking and my

[Hook:]

Pistol hangin out my jeans, it’s hammer time

Hit the club and blow my money, it’s hammer time

Tote bus full of bunnies, it’s hammer time.

Aks me a question, my answer bitch is hammer time.

It’s hammer time, it’s hammer time,

It’s hammer time, it’s hammer time,

It’s hammer time, it’s hammer time,

I hit the club and blow my money, bitch it’s hammer time.

Gudda Gudda Good Morning

[Verse 1:]

I swag on em, let my nuts sag on em

Open up a motherfucking can of woop ass on em,

The bitches that you stalkin – I pass on em

I dive in a pool then I splash on em,

I don’t smash it, I wreck it then I crash on it,

Get the pussy donated, you can spend the cash on er

Take a lame nigga face and tap dance on it

Rest in peace tease with your fake ass on it,

Money talks and you ain’t speaking no English

The fire that I’m spitting is something you can’t extinguish,

Your girl is a fiend, she clinging, swing on the penis

Boy I’m space age pimpin, my flight landin from Venus uh

[Hook: x2]

Let me get me, yea it’s time

Draggin, flame spittin every time I rhyme.

Good morning, watch how yo boy rise and shine

While you watchin what I do, I’m doing me, getting my bitch

[Verse 2:]

Southern flame spitter, like sure dawg

Bring the champagne now pop the coke off

Rich nigga but I still buy sports cars

SS Camaro, top cut like a sports bro

Crazy flow, but you still find no floors,

No ceilings bumping, your girl no draws,

I’m on the takin wins, no L’s, no draws

Always shit, one plus, four stars,

Living like a outlaw – no rules, no laws

It wreck rhymes when I flow ’cause I go hard,

Fuck networking, I’m a Bogart

They ain’t see my vision, now it’s time to show y’all.

[Hook: x2]

Let me get me, yea it’s time

Draggin, flame spittin every time I rhyme.

Good morning, watch how yo boy rise and shine

While you watchin what I do, I’m doing me, getting my bitch

[Verse 3:]

I’m a murder them, I’m a murder them

All black suit and a hearse for them,

Call up the pastor, get a church for them

I’m a beast boy, welcome to the lion’s den

You say that you was a ride, you’s a goddamn liar

Shotgun bullets, for the shotgun rider,

Passenger soaked up, you never should provoke us

‘Cause all my niggas riders, riding like a tow bus

I’ve been rapping in the game for some years now,

It’s bout time for me to punish all my pears now,

I’ve been sitting on the side just analyzing

Now it’s time to snap necks, I’m a paralyze em.

[Hook: x2]

Let me get me, yea it’s time

Draggin, flame spittin every time I rhyme.

Good morning, watch how yo boy rise and shine

While you watchin what I do, I’m doing me, getting my bitch

[Outro:]

Yea, Gudda Gudda bitch

Yea, Gudda Gudda bitch

Oh, yea

Hot here, it’s good

Watch yo boy rise and shine bitch

We gon kill em

Yea, good morning

Yea, good morning

Yea, good morning

Watch yo boy rise and shine bitch