Lil Wayne, T@, HoodyBaby - Live From the Gutter lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne, T@, HoodyBaby - Live From the Gutter lyrics]
You at home broke as fuck
Doing the milly rock
I'm in Hollywood with millions
Check my Diddy bop
Sipping Actavis, I put that on my double cup
Pushing work, man, we got the whole city hot
Raised up on Jeezy, Jay'd up on Yeezys
Young Money millionaires, me, T and Weezy
Sixteen in the peezy
Another sixteen, that's a PT
36 that's a keyzee
Push button start, bitches thought
I lost my keys, please
Trappin' out my haunted house of ghosts
There's some scares there
And I got that work, homie yeah, yeah
Finessing all these niggas, I need air fare
All these diamonds dancing on me, baby very
I might call them Michael Jordans
I need every pair
Tell your homie hit my line, I got fishscale
Certified hustler, yeah, real street nigga
It took me 31 years to make my first million
But I ain't trippin', this the beginnin'
Lost deposit's at Chase
No time for chasing women
All black Porsche slammed on them red mags
I peel her top back and
Watch the haters get mad
They need to stop it
Niggas don't like when you
Balling on them bitches
They just mad ‘cause they ain't got shit
And niggas with the gossip
Ol' Dr phil ass nigga
You might as well go 'head on
And start a talk show
Me and Hoody making big moves
Off in this Tahoe
Your bitch travel hundred feet
Work off in that rental
Backstabber smile in my face
Showing the dentals but you know me
I chunk the deuces at them bitches
Never stop the chat
I keep it moving on them bitches
In and out of town and
Yeah I do it for my city
East side New Orleans is where a nigga get it
So have your money right or else
I ain't fucking with ya
And I ain't posing twice so I
Hope you got the picture ya dig?
Reporting live from the mother ship
And I ain't talking nothin'
But Young Money shit
Yeah, I ain't talking no
More Cash Money shit
Yeah, I ain't talking no
More, now I'm coming, bitch
Distorting guys with the cutter
I'll rob a motherfucker talking all
That big money shit
Got me hustling like I never had shit
I'm restarting from the bottom
Now ain't that a bitch
But watch me turn this pit into a Brad Pitt
Yeah, watch me turn this world
Into a hand print
The money made me hungry like I'm fastin'
I see the stars lining up, I feel like NASA
I seen my homies give up
On me like a marriage
I went back and counted up and
No more stunting like my daddy, ah
Then my bitches hit me up and said
She love me like a daddy, ah
Cuban bitch walking 'round my house
Like she live there wake up in her mouth
She dribble like Sebastian Telfair
I see y'all ain't playin' fair, I see you
You layin' there
You see bitches everywhere
You might see them in Vanity Fair
My homie got that Danity Kane
Them shots like planes they landing here
Oh yeah, and we got them bitches on that wifi
It's a bird, it's a plane
Them bitches sky high
Back up off me motherfucker, whoa yeah yeah
Me, T and Hoody feel like Dame, Hov and Ty Ty
Me, Mack and Po feel like Lyor, Hov and Tata
My bitch don't own panty hoes nor a bra top
Roll up the windows in the Rolls
Nigga hotbox
Cut on some Drizzy in this bitch
We don't cha cha whole time I was ready
Ain't no cat and mouse in my fetti
Ain't no Thomas, ain't no Jerry
Ain't it really ain't no thang
You niggas really don't gang bang
I'm with that mob smoking gas
Ain't no limit on my tank
Up, up, up and away, cup, cup
Cuppin' all day
We sipping that oil, we sipping that oil
More oil than Oil of Olay
You killas don't play
Kill 'em on sight in the middle of the day
Shoot a nigga right in the middle of his face
Bullet be biting like a venomous snake
Pussy be tighter than traffic, LA
We got that white, we traffic all day
I went from Kool Aid and PBJ
Now it's champagne and caviar steak
But still reporting live from the gutter
Bitch before I fade away I hit
'em with the stutter step
Yeah, now before I fade away
I gotta stutter step
Before I fade away I hit
'em with the stutter step
I hustle like it's nothin'
Left my woman in her underwear
My youngin don't wear underwear, I love my -
Yeah I love my baby mothers, yeah
Little hoody ain't no huggy bear
I represent that grizzly bear
My neck look like a city fair
Page out the Jungle Book
Amazed is how your woman looks
When she see me and all my niggas coming
Afraid is how your gunners look
We take a finger, tongue or foot
And mail it to your people, we mean business
Get that understood
Big ol' bag of fuckin' good, a little bad
A ton of good i'm pretty like Blair
Underwood, she insecure, my gun secured okay
I'm pretty like Blair
Underwood, she insecure, my gun secured okay
No ceilings
Doing the milly rock
I'm in Hollywood with millions
Check my Diddy bop
Sipping Actavis, I put that on my double cup
Pushing work, man, we got the whole city hot
Raised up on Jeezy, Jay'd up on Yeezys
Young Money millionaires, me, T and Weezy
Sixteen in the peezy
Another sixteen, that's a PT
36 that's a keyzee
Push button start, bitches thought
I lost my keys, please
Trappin' out my haunted house of ghosts
There's some scares there
And I got that work, homie yeah, yeah
Finessing all these niggas, I need air fare
All these diamonds dancing on me, baby very
I might call them Michael Jordans
I need every pair
Tell your homie hit my line, I got fishscale
Certified hustler, yeah, real street nigga
It took me 31 years to make my first million
But I ain't trippin', this the beginnin'
Lost deposit's at Chase
No time for chasing women
All black Porsche slammed on them red mags
I peel her top back and
Watch the haters get mad
They need to stop it
Niggas don't like when you
Balling on them bitches
They just mad ‘cause they ain't got shit
And niggas with the gossip
Ol' Dr phil ass nigga
You might as well go 'head on
And start a talk show
Me and Hoody making big moves
Off in this Tahoe
Your bitch travel hundred feet
Work off in that rental
Backstabber smile in my face
Showing the dentals but you know me
I chunk the deuces at them bitches
Never stop the chat
I keep it moving on them bitches
In and out of town and
Yeah I do it for my city
East side New Orleans is where a nigga get it
So have your money right or else
I ain't fucking with ya
And I ain't posing twice so I
Hope you got the picture ya dig?
Reporting live from the mother ship
And I ain't talking nothin'
But Young Money shit
Yeah, I ain't talking no
More Cash Money shit
Yeah, I ain't talking no
More, now I'm coming, bitch
Distorting guys with the cutter
I'll rob a motherfucker talking all
That big money shit
Got me hustling like I never had shit
I'm restarting from the bottom
Now ain't that a bitch
But watch me turn this pit into a Brad Pitt
Yeah, watch me turn this world
Into a hand print
The money made me hungry like I'm fastin'
I see the stars lining up, I feel like NASA
I seen my homies give up
On me like a marriage
I went back and counted up and
No more stunting like my daddy, ah
Then my bitches hit me up and said
She love me like a daddy, ah
Cuban bitch walking 'round my house
Like she live there wake up in her mouth
She dribble like Sebastian Telfair
I see y'all ain't playin' fair, I see you
You layin' there
You see bitches everywhere
You might see them in Vanity Fair
My homie got that Danity Kane
Them shots like planes they landing here
Oh yeah, and we got them bitches on that wifi
It's a bird, it's a plane
Them bitches sky high
Back up off me motherfucker, whoa yeah yeah
Me, T and Hoody feel like Dame, Hov and Ty Ty
Me, Mack and Po feel like Lyor, Hov and Tata
My bitch don't own panty hoes nor a bra top
Roll up the windows in the Rolls
Nigga hotbox
Cut on some Drizzy in this bitch
We don't cha cha whole time I was ready
Ain't no cat and mouse in my fetti
Ain't no Thomas, ain't no Jerry
Ain't it really ain't no thang
You niggas really don't gang bang
I'm with that mob smoking gas
Ain't no limit on my tank
Up, up, up and away, cup, cup
Cuppin' all day
We sipping that oil, we sipping that oil
More oil than Oil of Olay
You killas don't play
Kill 'em on sight in the middle of the day
Shoot a nigga right in the middle of his face
Bullet be biting like a venomous snake
Pussy be tighter than traffic, LA
We got that white, we traffic all day
I went from Kool Aid and PBJ
Now it's champagne and caviar steak
But still reporting live from the gutter
Bitch before I fade away I hit
'em with the stutter step
Yeah, now before I fade away
I gotta stutter step
Before I fade away I hit
'em with the stutter step
I hustle like it's nothin'
Left my woman in her underwear
My youngin don't wear underwear, I love my -
Yeah I love my baby mothers, yeah
Little hoody ain't no huggy bear
I represent that grizzly bear
My neck look like a city fair
Page out the Jungle Book
Amazed is how your woman looks
When she see me and all my niggas coming
Afraid is how your gunners look
We take a finger, tongue or foot
And mail it to your people, we mean business
Get that understood
Big ol' bag of fuckin' good, a little bad
A ton of good i'm pretty like Blair
Underwood, she insecure, my gun secured okay
I'm pretty like Blair
Underwood, she insecure, my gun secured okay
No ceilings