Young money cypher (young thug birdman diss) Lyrics
[Verse 7: Lil Wayne]
Smoke, sex, skate, shoot
Boy we turnt up like* breakin' news
Let the kids live, baby, dude
Blood all in the fuckin' baby food
The cradle too, shoot the dog once*
Turn around, tell the kids, "Stay in school"*
Leave out the house, neighbors peekin' out
The windows*
Show the pistol to the neighbors and the
Neighbors move*
I don't give a fuck about a nigga's caregiver
I be with them niggas that'll fuck their
Stepsister
I be with them niggas that'll kill your
Caregiver*
I'll do Brazilian wax on a hair trigger*
Lord I think I need a hitman*
Tell Biggie I'm a big fan
My pockets on Biggie Smalls
Your pockets on stickman*
I just came from the gun store
I spent about 10 grand
Now the parents wearin' black clothes
And got your homies wearin' shit bags*
Think I need a hitman
'Bout to go kidnap a rich man
If he don't give it up we chop him up
And send his body parts to his house gift
Wrapped
I think I need a hitman*
I can't trust the next man*
Thank Lord for my weedman
But right now we're playin' phone tag*
I'm doin' 40 down the boulevard
I told my homie he gon' take the charge
He got the Tommy and I got the MAC
And on your head they got a contract*
I thank you for my hitman
And tell Pac I'm a big fan
I sang "Dear Mama" to my dear mama
And sang "Hit Em Up" to my daddy's bitch
Ass
I thank you for my hitman
'Bout to go kidnap the big man*
As you can see I got big plans
Big plans to be the big man*
40 down the boulevard
With my homies, they gon' take the charge
Say, "It's nothin', boy I got your back"*
Because them other niggas copy cats
I thank you for my hitman
This for all my fans that been fans
I'm so sorry, I'm so fuckin' sorry
I'm so sorry for the weight like Slim-Fast
Stick MDMA up a bitch ass*
AT&T, ass, tongue and tit man*
Oh, oh shit, man
Your pockets on stickman
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[Verse 8: Lil Wayne]
It talk like a killer, it walk like a killer
It must be a killer, I must be a killer*
Hustlin' Priscilla straight out of the villa*
I got more customers shoppin' at Dillards*
Don't fuck with these niggas, I don't know
Their names*
Fuck these niggas, I don't give a damn
Fuckin' with Wayne, Talkin' to Wayne
You talkin' to Wayne is like talkin' to flame*
22 pop for a brick in the drought*
You can't buy the chicken then please
Chicken out*
Or if you snitchin' we will sniff it out
You'll get found at your house, put your
Dick in your mouth
Dope, skinny ass sweats*
Got a strap wear that bitch on my back
I walk in the mall with that shit on my back
With my bitch hollerin' 'bout, "I want this, I
Want that"*
Ooh, mulah*
Like la, la, la, la, la, la Too much Cubana up
In me cabana*
Too much white china and Columbiana*
That Columbiana, Zoë Saldaña*
Fuck, hollup
I'll be right back, keep the lights on, baby
Leave the lights on, baby
Them niggas play, they'll get wiped off, baby
Like Lysol, baby*
I pull up on a bitch wearin' one .38
Put a bitch nigga on First 48
Fuck a bad bitch in the first 24
She take off all her clothes, say she sorry for
The wait
Put her legs on a nigga like a hula hoop*
I go between her legs like we shootin'
Hoops*
I break a chicken down to some noodle
Soup*
I buy a Rolls Royce like a Subaru
I buy a Rolls Royce like a Subaru, bitch*
[Verse 9: Lil Wayne]*
Wait bitch, I've been on
Top of my shit, I've been thinkin' 'bout shit
All this lean in my punch got me lickin' a
Mothafuckin' fist*
Lord please don't let my ice melt*
Muhfuck these dog hoes*
But this 9 on my right leg*
Times get hard, nigga I could sell crack to a
White egg*
Sell wrong to a right end*
Nigga it's Carter time and niggas horrified*
It's glorified in this bitch
Prioritized and immortalized*
I'm on the borderline and it's thin*
Hold up I'm lightheaded like a kite, bab*y
I might, maybe, get life, baby
My light shady, my rice, gravy
My nights daily, my life's crazy
Lil Tunechi, bitch*
