Fuck that nigga Pussy ass nigga Straight murder that boy and every pussy that’s with em Sit em in the trunk, tell him let’s have fun No noise fat potato on the end of the gun My boy’s get that paper just as quick as it come And if you’re standing in the way then mama missing her son I remember back in the day it was me and Brandon Cut school, smoke weed, I was strapped, he had one too Rest in piece from the Hollygrove crew Tell ya momma I will do whatever she needs me to do
Lil Beezy we use to get ready, Can’t believe my nigga dead ah
I’m an apple street killer, a eagle street soldier Lil Spitter I’m a ropa Silver duck tape her I’m a kidnapper If ya bitch look good bet I’m a get at her She see me in the coupe I put the petal to the metal If ya boy wanna trip I put the ratta to the tatta Everybody scatter tryna get the fuck away Sparks fly, glass shatter, situation gets sadder Daddy I’m a pitcher, who’s the next batter I whip it like gadda and I throw it right at em Junior high school, high school when I had em Had 10 dollar bags 25 dollar package We ain’t even in the same lane, stop lacking Damn even Mack Maine tell me I’m macking Nigga stop trippin, bitch shake ya laffy taffy This is New Orleans classic, young Wayne the main attraction
I got that goose in my system, somebody gone be my victim
Talkin with ya bitch, meeting with ya bitch, creeping with ya bitch Now I’m sleepin with ya bitch You can keep her, she a bitch I don’t love her, I don’t trust her Nigga own mother told me the bitch loves to hustle Gotta get that paper baby, gotta get that cake Cop a black lamborghini, put gold on the plates Gone to the beach, sand at my feet R1 one wheel hanging off the seat My nigga Lil Naughty was down town g We use to blow 2 or 3, tell him all about the streets My nigga Soulja Slim had the mutha fuckn message [?] was a uptown legend
Lil Naughty we use to get red eye, Can’t believe my nigga dead ah Lil Soulja he meant what he said ah, Can’t believe that nigga dead ah
My nigga Lil Spitta that’s my nigga all day First bullet out the barrel nigga better guard your face My nigga Lil Spitta he in the game let’s play He about to take over for my half time break
Now once upon a time not long ago He was in the hospital and damn near broke And all he had was a mask and a Glock A box of baking soda and a couple of pots The streets was empty, the fiends was hungry He wanted to give em just what they wanted To get cheap coke all he needed was connect So he called his homie Wayne from the Hollygrove set
Yes Then I got his call, I’ll be on the way Don’t worry about nothing but that money to be made Met up Spitter we got the shit straight and I gave him the dope and I kept the ye Now we on the grind and the bitches know who we are I come through in the car like gosh My posture as delicate as fur, I’m all hers Cut niggas head like barbers Fruity ass niggas is starburst Throw em in the ceiling fans Little Wayne Weezy Baby motherfucking triggaman Yea yea, throw em in the ceiling fans Little Wayne Weezy Baby motherfucking triggaman Yea yea the motherfucking triggaman