Lil Wayne, Shanell, Tyga, Lil Twist - My Weezy lyrics

(This a Big E beat)
"Young Money All-Stars" on the way!
Put the party in the bag now hand it over

Hold up, hold up, I didn't know you
Were gon' do this one alright, now y'all
Motherfuckers have me That That's
What y'all been
Wanting, huh? Okay, okay, go 'head, Drama
Do it

See, I don't wanna be the
Mixtape king no more
More like the mixtape president
Barack O'Drama!
It was definitely time for change yeah
I mean the game been dry uh huh
So, I figured we going for re-election yeah
So, me and Wayne gon' keep running uh huh
So y'all niggas can fly
It's Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!

This a Big E beat and I'ma cook this bitch
Like piggy meat, yeah, haha
(Ill) you can get pork-chopped
Young Money, bitch
Let the champagne cork pop (Gangsta! Ill)
I will bat your man, now go tell a shortstop
Okay, bitch, you do the wop? Well, bitch
I do the guap
Okay, man, you do the drop? Well, man
I do the yacht
You pull up in parking lots, I
Pull up at the dock, like, yeah
Macaroni, greens and hamhocks
I am not on your planet like Doctor Spock
Rock to my own tune, Lil Tune
My stomach hurt
And my shit is dropping real soon
Kill whom and whoever for whatever
That barrel longer than a word with
10 letters now you spell it
I say, "Young Money, bitch
Forever" and we better
Than all these motherfuckers up in this era
Know'm tal'm'bout?
Yeah, I tell my niggas, "Pick the target out"
Yeah, and then, I quickly pick the target off
Like volleyball, I'ma serve 'em
And being fake is pussy, so, nigga
I'm a virgin (Gangsta)
Dr carter, tell them bitches I'm a surgeon
Cleaner than some brand-new detergent
You heard me? And I make your bitch get on
The plane with that Fergie
Tell 'em, "Get off Birdman Jr birdy"

I love the skin that I'm in
Goosepimples couldn't shake me up
Out of the Y-M
That 'gnac, that Goose, that Trón, that gin
Got a club of girls cracking
Let the party begin
I heard you call yourself a
Baller when the camera's on
If it ain't tricking 'cause you got it
What you tripping on?
See, I'm the spoiled chick you fronting
Niggas hate to meet up with
But my crew holdin' duffle bags, bitches
(Gangsta Gri-Zillz)

Rocking on the scene
(Ugh) , and yeah, I hear "My Dougie" (yeah)
I D Town boogie, now the girls really love me
(C'mon)
VIC then Vic, yeah, they both got silly
Lil Twist, I get silly
(Ugh) , I'm the king of the city
Young Money, Young Mula, yeah
The kid in this thing
Grown men in this game can't compete with me
Man (Uh, uh)
'Specially when I pull up in that candy Range
(yeah) twenty-fours on that thing
Sitting next to Lil Wayne
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, yeah
Yeah I rap harder (C'mon)
Mic in my hand, I run like Marion Barber
While you haters on the sidelines
And I be a starter
Going bad on you kids like I'm Reginae Carter
That's my lil' sister if you boys didn't know
(Wait) that's Weezy's daughter
So don't mess with her bro! (Uh, uh)
'Cause we'll come find you in
All kinds of cars
Signing out, Young Money, D Town's All-Star
(yeah)

It's Tyga
(Yup) , no lion (No) , I'm eating, no diner
This species don't diet
Every meal a fish Friday (Yup)
Squad deep like the white guy from Verizon
Gator righteous
So it's only right you meet the fugitive
John MacGyver (Me)
Teenager, school cyphers
I was too nicer than them
No license, you gets no high-fiving
Nigga, roll the damn dices (Damn)
Touché, my wordplay two shades
From the color grey my kick game so unreal
They say them colors must be fake
(Ha ha haha) never been made, MTV, I make
Quake your very eyesight
My fame's no mistake (Nope)
Since the deal, steak dinner everyday
Fuck a movie, my life is like a Compton play
(yeah) you can see it, nearly breathe it
From a couple feet away
But stay away 'cause I don't
Get along with the tagalongs (Nah)
Let me get on a song, period, gone
I'm off the hook like cordless phones
My identity so right, they think it's wrong
GED, Young Money, finish strong
So I'ma keep going (Ahh)
My ligaments covered in green like
General syllables on my face
Like my skin was leather made, leather, man
Louie you ain't never seen, like a nun booty
None before we after, it's only boys
Tyga man, I do it for the hatin' homies

Dedication 3, baby yeah