Let’s get f-cked up On the road to riches you’re just a speed bump Funny how the heater make a nigga freeze up We smoke a tree down til it’s just a tree stump That Eastside nigga, bang on you bitches I’m going at your neck strangle you bitches Got a long-ass list full of bad-ass bitches And I stay burned out like a bad transmission I’m on, like the lights I lights up The kush, knocked out, Mike Tyson fight I’m talking about ass and titties Sex and the City Weezy F Baby and the F is for “forget it” I’m loving my shine, sipping on fine wine Up and some fine dime, then she give me Einstein Young Money motherf-cker, yeah we picked the fine time I’ma 17, nigga. Bitch, I don’t mind a dime And I just ended up on every bitch’s sex list Genie in the bottle, get a muthaf-ckin dead wish Thugga in this bitch, he say f-ck y’all niggas Breaking buds down the size of a football nigga Red beam, gimme the light, no Sean Paul nigga Let Nino bust in your face like a porn star nigga Yeah I keep the Brian Pumper, no homo The shit I’m on got the world moving in slow-mo Man, I told Mack I was gonna do it Above the law, but under the influence Man, I was on my skateboard Kick push swagger, got my girl to the room Got behind her like a shadow I had her ass up in the air I swear got-I swear I got the largest clip up in the world Right here in my Gat And I wish a nigga play I’mma bust a nigga ass Hate Young Money? Then f-ck you in the ass 187 and a hockey mask, YMCMB gon’ ball Til we fall. And this f-ck all y’all Ball til we fall. And this f-ck all y’all We straight, sorry for the wait