Lil we tote; my n***as ain't no jokeAnd we

1: Gudda I'm leanin' to the left, flag in

brr, brrYeah (Oh), CMB (Oh, all the time), always,

y'allYoung Money, Cash MoneyThis is Da Drought 3, ladies and

The Help!Help, I need somebodyHelp, not just anybodyHelp, you

is grade A 100% pure Colombian cocaine ladies and

BoyWizzle Fizzle Bizzle n your a n***a got money

was the summer of 2001And I saw the whole fuckin'

1: Lil the microphone killa, microphone wreckerCall me Mr.

VERSE 1Ahh-yo in the city's heart, where the sirensNever stop, lives

Lil got my capital S-W-agger upYou dig?Young Money Cash

Lil Wayne & Juelz this is what they've been

strict ass shit, haNah I'm playin', you know we

on a weekend like usualWay off in the

Adam Adam love is like drugs and

CheckMahogany interiorThat means that you inferiorThey watch from the outsideI can’t

I was playing bed wars with my friend and then he

1: Lil' call me the youngest headbuster walkin'Thugged out

I bought it out like stunnaI hope when we

(feat. Currency & Remy Catch My Girl Legs Open Betta