Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa, BIG30 - Weak lyrics

The main nigga on the block, where it's hot
Talking shit
(Man, everybody wanna be a gangster, man)
Gon' be the main motherfucker somewhere
Dead in a ditch
(You know what I'm sayin'?)
What Juicy say? He like, "Shut the fuck up"
I really don't know why, though
Maybe we can fuck when the internet
(Mafia)

When I say, "Weak-ass" you say, "Bitch"
(Ayy)
Weak-ass bitch
(Ayy) , weak-ass bitch (You tell 'em)
When I say, "Weak-ass" you say, "Bitch"
(Uh, huh)
Weak-ass bitch
(Yeah) , weak-ass bitch (You know it)
When I say, "Weak-ass" you say, "Bitch"
(What?)


Weak-ass bitch, weak-ass bitch (Ayy)
When I say, "Weak-ass" you say, "Bitch"
(Ayy)
Weak-ass bitch
(Ayy) , weak-ass bitch (Don't be scared now)

Pop it off (Pop it off)
Choppers on, it's a war (Nigga)
Walk him down, spin the block
Shoot some more
(Boom)
Man down
(Down) , send him up
Check the score (Check it)
Mama cryin', fuck the laws, call the morgue
(Call 'em)
It's real in my city, it's like World War 3
(World war 3)
Young niggas been drawin' down on MPD
(They don't give a fuck)
Ain't got shit to lose
They got shit to prove
(Shit to prove)
Get your ass whacked
You won't even make the news
(Nigga, North Memphis)
Memphis 'bout that action like The
Rock and Tom Cruise
(North Memphis)
Catch you lackin', now
You sleepin', nigga
Put your shit on snooze
(North Memphis)
Only rule, it ain't no rules
All these young niggas got bangers
(North Memphis)
Now you can't tell your partner, "Be
Careful" gotta tell your nigga
"Stay dangerous"

When I say, "Weak-ass" you say, "Bitch"
(Ayy)
Weak-ass bitch (Yeah) , weak-ass bitch (Yeah)
When I say, "Weak-ass" you say, "Bitch"
(Uh)
Weak-ass bitch
(Ayy) , weak-ass bitch (You tell 'em)
When I say, "Weak-ass" you say, "Bitch"
(Ayy)
Weak-ass bitch (Ayy) , weak-ass bitch (Ho)
When I say, "Weak-ass" you say, "Bitch"
(Bitch)
Weak-ass bitch (Ho) , weak-ass bitch (Blrrrd)

When I say, "Pop out"
(Pop out)
They pop out with a switch (A switch)
Hit a nigga or a bitch
Come through with everything but the kit
(On God)
Thirty shots come out the ceiling
We disguise in dresses and wigs
You think this car full of
Bitches 'til we pop out
Get to hittin'
All my killers be overkill, if
You send a doctor
You blessed
(Blrrrd)
Boy, your life ain't worth two words
If I tell 'em, get you
Say less
(Say less)
You might catch me in your
City with four hundred shots
Nothin' less
(Nothin' less)
Give a fuck about that 'Vette 'til they
Can't cover up your head, blrrrd
Blrrrd
(Blrrrd)
I'm CMO
(Certified) , I'm CEO, Big Choppa Gang
The leader
Smoke more dope than Wiz Khalifa
(Gas, gas) , I stay full of
Percs and reefer (Gas, I'm high
I'm fly)
I'm sippin' syrup, fly as the birds
Scrap with a Desert Eagle
(Blrrrd)
You a snitch, so I ain't kill shit
And you are not one of mine
Neither
(Nah)

When I say, "Weak-ass" you say, "Bitch"
(Bitch)
Weak-ass bitch (Ho, ho) , weak-ass bitch (Ho)
When I say, "Weak-ass" you say, "Bitch"
(Bitch)
Weak-ass bitch (Ha) , weak-ass bitch (Ho)
When I say, "Weak-ass" you say, "Bitch"
Weak-ass bitch, weak-ass bitch
When I say, "Weak-ass" you say, "Bitch"
Weak-ass bitch (Uh) , weak-ass bitch

Khalifa fresh up out the gym
Puttin' them numbers up
They can get mad as they want
They can't fuck with us
I bought a Taylor Gang chain
And got my niggas one
I took the little one on tour
Then bought a bigger one
She got her feelings now
I can't deal with a weak bitch
She fuck with gangsters, keep it gangster
She like G shit
I parked my Rolls-Royce
Then pulled up in my old school
Ain't pillow talkin' 'bout no nigga
That's how hoes move
I copped the double R and
Traded in that big Mercedes
We started underground and now we
Fuckin' up the majors
Diamonds in different flavors, your bitch
You could never save her
Get a massage and take a nap
And wake up countin' paper

When I say, "Weak-ass" you say, "Bitch"
(Bitch, yeah)
Yup