Smoked Outt Records, Lil Wayne, Birdman, Bulletproof, Smoked Outt Click - Bussen Heads & Gettin' Paid lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Smoked Outt Records, Lil Wayne, Birdman, Bulletproof, Smoked Outt Click - Bussen Heads & Gettin' Paid lyrics]
If you get down bad wit me
Nigga you gone loose yo life
I'm the real Uptown Nigga 4 Life
And if I killed you fuck you nigga
Yo ma ain't raise you right game tight
Me and Lil Wheezy keep this rap shit tight
Gone be a boss balla all my fuckin life
8 figga, million nigga and my game be tight
Can't loose my hundreds cause this rap to hot
Wassup, Boss B
You ever got beef with a busta
You can call me
You know I keep a "blucka-blucka"
Hit 'em all week
Give me the keys to the bubble
I'm on y'all street
And watch it go up in flames boy
Blow up tha game boy throw up my chain boy
Scream Cash Money and this is Lil Wayne boy
If you want talk you die quick in tha dark
We said we was gone ball till
We fall it ain't my fault
Say Lil Wayne a nigga wanna
Offer me some real head
Say lil daddy I got to
Have this fuckin real head
Bad enough these white folks want
To change tha game from lil to big to make
It easier for the feds
I don't sniff cause they know
A nigga straight paid
I keep my money round that Nolia
That's where tha fuck I play
If you know me from bussen
You know I love trouble
And if you know me from stuntin
You know I love Bubble
And if you really know me you
Know I ride at night
I been thuggin since dry rice
Wodie I ain't right
I got my chopper in my trunk
And my vest wit me i'm bout to go scoop up
Lil Derrick out that STP
All I know is hustle fuck
Bein loaded and broke
I like to ball in Seberban
And drive a Lex Bubble
Fuck gettin 20 dollars, I rather shine
Ball till I fall, ride fly to I die
Half a thing going for five
Dog it's on, cut brick up sell in 18 zones
Better get yo hustle on do what you gotta
Play with my feddie I'm commin
At you with that chopper
All day, all night ridin or walkin
See when I spot you 50
Shots you'll be my target
Kill everything around shouldn't been
Around my target
Bullets don't have no names niggas
If you lame you better back
Up out tha game nigga
Tha diamonds "bling bling" they blind ya
Tryna stick me for my paper "click
Click" they found ya buried
In tha million dollars
Respect my whole click
Smoked Outt, we be tha shit
From 98 to 99 to 2006 i run wit Big Tymers
Paper Chasers and Rap Rhymers
Big Tymers, 100 Thousand Dollars Car Driver
Rim Shiners, Fuck gettin my noise dirty
Ya catch me survin
Watchin TV's in tha Seberban
It's real great, drinkin cristal by tha case
Etin steaks, scorin keys, and sells is great
I'm lovin that
Foot Locker and sports clubs I done brought
For tha hoes that you sayin you
Love I done hit that
And tha G's you sayin you makin I
Done been there and done that
We Smoked Outt Black
What you boys know bout that Beamer I got
99 sports car bullet proof drop top
Smasin dashin up yo block
You follow me look in the front
12 slugs on shine so you know I'm gone stunt
My whole click bout drama
Nothin but real G's
From down south to over seas
All about makin G's
Nigga my click would out shine you any day
Start ballin outta control ever since I
Learned to flip that yay
Took tha advice from Lil he said
It's all about a dollar
Hooked up wit Da'Shawn now them
Hoes be wantin to holla