(feat. Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz & Tyga)





[Gudda Gudda:]

Ok I’m leaning to the left

flag in my right pockets

star track fly, unidentified flying objects

extraterrestrial I’m all about my decimels

retarded in the booth they say I got a special flow

sicker than your average you rappers is ass backwards

Gudda speak crack and you niggas is crack addicts

the simple mathematics

you cut the check and I rake in the green like I’m raking the grass in

pretty bitches damn near feint when they passing

call my whip Martin but the first name Aston

potato head niggas get mashed when I’m spazzin’

think you fucking with me put your cash in, nah I doubt it

I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it

you niggas is Ducks Howards, cowards

kill the competition and hsower niggas with flowers

this rap shit is ours

pop bitch



[Lil Wayne:]

Uh, uptown back in it

Hollygrove black menace

black clothes, black tennis

black semi,

I’ve never sat in hemi

that would offend me

try Maybach on Maybach

bitch I got stacks yeah

paychecks on paychecks

and I still want payback

and I still don’t play that

I kill on asap

and you don’t do shit but get money all day

put some shoes on my bullets now they running your way

YM young mula young money all day

where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay

which one of y’all say you want drama I’m honoured

I blitz your ass like a muthafucking lineman

stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of comma’s

still wear red like an old 49ner

fuck shittin on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya

Weezy F baby bitch I hotter than Uganda

Ughhh!!!



[Jae Millz:]

Mama aint make me to make homies

she make me to make history

so doing that’s my extra-curicular activity

bulldozer boy and my target is the industry

Two things I love in the World, good head and victory

you aint doing it big and broke stop kidding me

your whip aint up to date and your hoes look like Mr T

This is misery, no Cathy Bates

come at me sideways my money slap ya straight

yeah I’m a big joker so you know I special ace

leave the club with ya girl send her home with an ashy face

love is a gamble but it’s my casino

pretend that your the loser I hope that she [?]

I hope the game got life insurance

cause I’m kill it

and all you wack ass rap niggas dying with it

I’m so harlem eating but still starving

pockets full of fat like all I do is eat margarine

Millz



[Tyga:]

put the flow in the pot

crank up the notch

burn the song from a stove top

it’s finger licking hot

his pitch flip cause the nigga flop

my shit hit like the pitch was soft

niggas cotton balled

she dropped drawers cause she poppin off

her pussy cross guard but I don’t stop at all

I smash in the car, like fuck the fucking law

I bet daddy gone, who wanna make shit done

the rocky shit [?]

shittin on em like hittin the barn

hey wait they say money talks

man you don’t speak at all

you shop at mini malls

my style two thumbs up like using analogues

I wreck shit for the recognition bitch

Jesus as my witness, say evision

I bore you niggas flame flicker

I melt pictures

Tyga skin aint drippin’