Sqad Up, Lil Wayne - Got Me A Model lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Sqad Up, Lil Wayne - Got Me A Model lyrics]
(itz the boyweezy boy ayy)
They call me hot boy, hot boy
I got the block steamin'
U not even on my pedalster you fed
It to a boss cap daddy
See me peddlin' dat Bentley
How i floss that daddy
21's on all pro's, Randy Moss that daddy
You caught that daddy
Weezy pass like i got quarterback
Tac with balla status
Hard to manage wit all this cabbage
But i show how to do it though
Coogi top, with a Louie flo'
The homie gotta Nike style but a Gucci flow
Gucci tile, white Nike, Gucci's soul
I'm mil' youngin', hoppin' out a G500
Lookin' like i just rolled out a dugeon
Lookin' like i just smoke a whole onion
I'm wild like dat
I know this ain't amaetur night
But might crowd might clap
You these ain't camera's, right
So watch out when we snap
Itz the SQAD la la la la la la
And i'm thuggin'i'm ridin'i'm wit fee fee
I wit fee fee and u
Know we probably high then
A ma'thafukaand iz crazyand u can holla
At cha boy WEEZY BABY
I don't know about u but i'm a young sqader
Do it 4 my crew and thatz the young sqad
They call me D-boy, d-boy
The block pharmacist
Man just take two of these and
Call me in the morning
I pump at the gates double i raise my hustle
Cause these dayz fedz iz ya brothaz
And though i'm 5"6
I long my weight thru that job shit
And reply to it izsqad shit
I love my poppabut he died quick
But i bet he taught me how to make a
Make a 5 million off a 5 cent
Letz get these plates dirty dirty
Letz break down a birdy
Bakin' soda or triplin' flourit
Don't look too different
Pop ya colla man, we on some big pimpin' shit
The blue colla man
I'm on some brick shiften shit
Holla at cha mack daddy, mommy
I'm in the cut
Not even an hour i'm in ya gutz
Not even an hour i'm back up
In tha cuttossin' it up
Hard up baby, we SQAD UP holla back
They say I'm Weezy the fuckin' boy oh boy
The block need me man
I'm the streetz vocal cord
The heatz out the posta boy
And i ain't won a damn thang on 106
But i'm the hoods posta boy flow 4 yall
I'm that nigga come thru in the truck
Rockin' ya favortie song ridin' slow 4 yall
I get that dope 4 yall
I'm like a soda machine
Just slide ya money in me and
I get that coke to yall wit Raj on the music
And Weezy spittin' to it
We get that dope to yall you open
Hopin' a nigga fall but naw
Homey me smokin' like Marlboro's
Man we shinin' like some Armoral
I'm reclinin' in a boxster with a Barbie doll
And both of they tops off like itz Mardi Gras
And both of my Glocks spark i'm a murderer
Thatz in case you never heard of one
A YOUNG SQADER
They call me hot boy, hot boy
I got the block steamin'
U not even on my pedalster you fed
It to a boss cap daddy
See me peddlin' dat Bentley
How i floss that daddy
21's on all pro's, Randy Moss that daddy
You caught that daddy
Weezy pass like i got quarterback
Tac with balla status
Hard to manage wit all this cabbage
But i show how to do it though
Coogi top, with a Louie flo'
The homie gotta Nike style but a Gucci flow
Gucci tile, white Nike, Gucci's soul
I'm mil' youngin', hoppin' out a G500
Lookin' like i just rolled out a dugeon
Lookin' like i just smoke a whole onion
I'm wild like dat
I know this ain't amaetur night
But might crowd might clap
You these ain't camera's, right
So watch out when we snap
Itz the SQAD la la la la la la
And i'm thuggin'i'm ridin'i'm wit fee fee
I wit fee fee and u
Know we probably high then
A ma'thafukaand iz crazyand u can holla
At cha boy WEEZY BABY
I don't know about u but i'm a young sqader
Do it 4 my crew and thatz the young sqad
They call me D-boy, d-boy
The block pharmacist
Man just take two of these and
Call me in the morning
I pump at the gates double i raise my hustle
Cause these dayz fedz iz ya brothaz
And though i'm 5"6
I long my weight thru that job shit
And reply to it izsqad shit
I love my poppabut he died quick
But i bet he taught me how to make a
Make a 5 million off a 5 cent
Letz get these plates dirty dirty
Letz break down a birdy
Bakin' soda or triplin' flourit
Don't look too different
Pop ya colla man, we on some big pimpin' shit
The blue colla man
I'm on some brick shiften shit
Holla at cha mack daddy, mommy
I'm in the cut
Not even an hour i'm in ya gutz
Not even an hour i'm back up
In tha cuttossin' it up
Hard up baby, we SQAD UP holla back
They say I'm Weezy the fuckin' boy oh boy
The block need me man
I'm the streetz vocal cord
The heatz out the posta boy
And i ain't won a damn thang on 106
But i'm the hoods posta boy flow 4 yall
I'm that nigga come thru in the truck
Rockin' ya favortie song ridin' slow 4 yall
I get that dope 4 yall
I'm like a soda machine
Just slide ya money in me and
I get that coke to yall wit Raj on the music
And Weezy spittin' to it
We get that dope to yall you open
Hopin' a nigga fall but naw
Homey me smokin' like Marlboro's
Man we shinin' like some Armoral
I'm reclinin' in a boxster with a Barbie doll
And both of they tops off like itz Mardi Gras
And both of my Glocks spark i'm a murderer
Thatz in case you never heard of one
A YOUNG SQADER