Lil Wayne - My Name is Wizzle lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne - My Name is Wizzle lyrics]
Wizzle F baby! Ahh!
And Lojack, what’s good? Ayy Ayy, Jack?
These niggas don’t know money, man
Not like us, dawg! Uh uh
I bet my girlfriend wheels to your deal
Fucker what’s really good, man?
I put my chain next to ya house
And I bet I leave out wit ya spouse
It’s that easy! This is Weezy, boy!
Learn the lesson! Let’s go, ah!
I hustle every day with the
Caine and the plastic
Concealed in my pocket so I
Don’t wet the product
Come short and you don’t get the product
Come in ya homie place
Come to collect the product
Niggas respect the Carter
Yeah, or niggas put Tecs to mama
Yeah, you stand next to mama
I put holes in ya mama
You’ll die by her, you was close to your mama
Niggas sleeping on war in ya smoking pajamas
Not the one in Iraq, prick, watch ya back
I pop one and fall back, then watch ya act
Like a bitch, when ya bitch
See ya shit crack, bitch, i
Pitch shit where you live at, bitch, I
Bang the 9, sidearm, die calm, bitches
Roll the dice under, all night, water, fishes
Every day, Weezy F is a gangsta, yeah!
Ayy, every day of the week
Every week in the month (yeah)
Every month in the year
I’m a everyday gangsta! (yeah)
Straight everyday gangsta (yeah)
Big money heavyweight, everyday gangsta
(Well let’s go) every day of the week
Every week in the month (yeah)
Every month in the year
I’m a everyday gangsta! (yeah)
Straight everyday gangsta (yeah)
Big money heavyweight, everyday gangsta
(Well let’s go)
Ah! Bold like a Titan, made on the block
Groups slither like a python
Replace all stocks
Stash work in my Nikes, blade in my socks
Flash work "Got a license?" Bitchmade cop
This bitchmade bullshit gotta stop!
Trade in ya Glocks
AKs turn a nigga to a pagan
Chop! Flames burn a nigga ’til a place
Get mopped! Hot! Walk up and get dropped
My nigga boy up in this bitch
I bring the toy up and just spit
I bang the boy up and just split
I beat the boy up with just fists
I eat the boy up and just shit
What’s really good?
I smoke brocc’ all day and bust millis, good
Yeah, really, I rush any hood
Bear witness, and I bet
You getting frightened, ain’t ya?
This is everyday shit and
I’m a everyday gangsta weezy!
Ayy, every day of the week
Every week in the month (yeah)
Every month in the year
I’m a everyday gangsta! (yeah)
Straight everyday gangsta (yeah)
Big money heavyweight, everyday gangsta
(Here we go) every day of the week
Every week in the month (yeah)
Every month in the year
I’m a everyday gangsta! (yeah)
Straight everyday gangsta (yeah)
Big money heavyweight, everyday gangsta
Aim at your hairline and shoot
You in your face
Got a Uzi on my backside, at my waist
I got money in my spare
Time and new every day
Make a pussy separate when
The pistol levitate
Oh! Better days that’s what they say
But you ain’t never safe, you could die today
So my niggas they crack the
Safe and divide the Ks
And we all buy rides with bass
And ride by ya place
Three in the morning, awake your mama
Come outside, BOP! You gotta "wake" ya mama
Damn carry her body in grateful honor
As soon as you put her down
BOP! Lay with ya mama
Man, I was fifteen with a baby mama
Few grams and like eighty thousand, I promise
They were, say word, amen
Staring out my Bentley in Ray-Bans, every day
Ayy, every day of the week
Every week in the month (yeah)
Every month in the year
I’m a everyday gangsta! (yeah)
Straight everyday gangsta (yeah)
Big money heavyweight, everyday gangsta
(Well here we go) every day of the week
Every week in the month (yeah)
Every month in the year
I’m a everyday gangsta! (yeah)
Straight everyday gangsta (yeah)
Big money heavyweight, everyday gangsta
(Well let’s go)
Yeah! It’s young Weezy F, man
I’m a everyday gangsta, man
I do this shit daily like holla at ya boy
What’s really good? What’s really hood?
It’s Weezy F, I do what you wish you could
Yuh! Tell ya bitch, holler