[Intro:] 

Chrome on the monster leather intestines 

Wit' a top model and a contestants 

I'ma Rottweiler yes I'ma rock 'n' roller 

It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby yeah straight up out 'da stroller 



Chrome on the monster leather intestines 

With a top model and a contestants 

I'ma Rottweiler yes I'ma rock 'n' roller 

It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby yeah straight up out da stroller 



[Verse 1:] 

Im higher than the solar system of the twizzle 

Im like Macaulay Culkin I was rich when I was pissin' 

On myself Im ballin' you niggaz haterholics 

Im jus' the recipe so you can save the garlic 

Im like a set of keys Im 'bout to get it started 

I smoke 'dem Beverly Hills from California 

'Dem bitches after me so I put that paddle on 'em 

She rode my dick and said she shoulda put a saddle on 'em 

I watch out for 'dem snakes listen for that rattle homie 

And I ain’t got a clique I got a cattle homie 

Wud up five kickin' back jus' bein' boo 

Im talkin' foreign money like a European dude 

Yeah Im heavy mane so you should reconsider 

I hit you one time fuck up yo equilibrium 

I got rhythm yeah I got soul yall 

I travel all around the world like a postcard 

My flow cold fuck around and get a cold sore 

I got this bitch on lock like a closed door 

Weezie's real 'dem otha' niggaz folklore 

Im connected I got more hoods than a coat store 

Im successful I got more shit than you can hope for 

And I got thru 'dat water like a boat ore 

Young Carter the name 

Baby boy risin' like hot water and 'caine 





[Bridge:] 

Whip it stretch it and flip it 

Reup stretch it and flip it [x3] 



[Verse 2:] 

Reup, we up in the club we up in the club 

Money runnin' like water bitch get up in the tub 

Im up in the club she up in the club he up in the club 

Now she can't leave so we fuckin the club 

Am I lucky or what Playboy Rabbit 

And I like big tongues like skateboard fashion 

I got more gurls than the Playboy Mansion 

I bet I serve 'em up like my name Pete Samprace 

And a nigga drink like the late Fred Sandford 

And a nigga smoke like there is no cancer 

And I know this world is so cold and decievin' 

But I keep my head up like my nose is bleedin' 

Yeah, and until that chosen evenin' 

I'ma be screamin Apple and Eagle 

Yeah that's rite Apple and Eagle 

Hollygrove 17 I won't leave you 

Nope, and this is just the preview 

But I'm already workin on the sequel 

Fuck wit' me wrong I'll fuck wit' yo home 

Like a letter to the wife sayin' ya husband is gone 

Like Muslim Im calm but like Muslim I'll bomb 

And beat the track up like a hundred arms 

Im funky like underarms 

The engineers recordin a thunderstorm 

My hunger forms then ring the alarms 

The Carter 2 was nice but the third times a charm 



[Outro:] 

Weezy Fuckin'