Lego, okay

Bitch I′m me, American gangsta

Weezy F Baby, born in a manger

Trouble is my friend, I ain't foreign to danger

Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels

Shoot ya in ya halo, shoot ya like Halo

New Orleans a-hole, Frio, Fuego

All about my bread like bagels, they know

I′m raw like qualo's, bald like gay hoes

Weed so strong it's like I twist tornadoes

Spit like 9′s, 4 5th′s, and 3 8 oh's

Niggas want problems, well I am problematic

It′s back to pickin' cotton cause you niggas cotton candy

I′mma east side damu, deep water shamu

Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo

Kush and the bamboo, pussy in the bedroom

Pass that bitch down like an heirloom

Tunechi

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Wait a minute

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Mannn, we hustle till night fall

Party till sunlight

Guns in the boxes

Don't make this a gun fight

Fuck them other niggas

I fuck them niggas bitches

Benadryl shit

Trigga finger itchin′

And we hustle till night fall

Party till sunlight

Guns in the boxes

Don't make this a gun fight

Fuck them other niggas

I fuck them niggas bitches

Benadryl shit

Trigga finger itchin'

Hold up

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Wait a minute

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Haha

Maannn, bitch I′m Streets, I rep that east

Gi-gimme the beef, I′ll put the beef in the grease

Kush in the sweets, ya bitch in the sheets

I fucked that bitch, mission complete

Real nigga talk, gangsta conversation

I'm a real nigga, don′t fuck with imitations

Young Money nigga, ain't no limitations

I don′t play games, niggas simulation

Which one of y'all niggas say ya ′bout it?

It's a fucked up world T-Streets take ya out it

That's word to the glock... glock in the sock

Loose lips sink ships, better stop at the dock

Hold up

Uh, married to the money, you welcome to the reception

And she came with problems, fuck it that′s my step sons

Sleepin′ in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come

And I keep the toast, turn yo ass to bread crumbs

Uh, based on a true story

I got a million flows, they ain't even 2 story′s

Sleepin' on the edge, I hope I don′t toss and turn

Shoot down the early bird and that's how I get the worm yeah

Re-real nigga university, Alumni

Just checked my watch and that bitch say it sometimes

She say when I′m in her, it feel like I'm soul searchin'

And they say money talks, well it′s my spokes person

Uh, grab a star from the sun roof

I fuck her in her dreams and make her come true

Yeah, Young Money and the power

Send my B′s at ya like a motherfuckin' flower

Hold up

Hold up

Hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up

Hold up

Mannn, we hustle till night fall

Party till sunlight

Guns in the boxes

Don′t make this a gun fight

Fuck them other niggas

I fuck them niggas bitches

Benadryl shit

Trigga finger itchin'

And we hustle till night fall

Party till sunlight

Guns in the boxes

Don′t make this a gun fight

Fuck them other niggas

I fuck them niggas bitches

Benadryl shit

Trigga finger itchin'

Hold up

Hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up

Hold up

Haha