(*Prod. by No I.D.) [** D.O.A. (Death of Auto-Tune) by Jay-Z {Sampler}:] [Verse 1:] Uh, Fiji water granddaddy purp, Excuse me I let the semi-automatic burp, Blood game muthaf-cka call me red alert, Young Carter kill in order,who get it first Stuff that girl wit d-ck till her head burst Young Weezle flow needles I can thread shirts Boy you ain’t did sh-t I had done said worst Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst Uh, Fiji water OG kush, yeah, I drink verses and eat hooks Got the stove on my waist, and we cooks I’m in the way you can’t pass like Aaron Brooks Uh, President ride the car slow, I let my driver drive, I’m on par 4 Spit hangin' from my mouth retard flow And I say what I want like an award show I’m on some **** ain’t even come out the ass yet Sit back and watch the green grow like the grass wet Young or old their ain’t no comparing me I just cleared that up Moment of clarity, Uhh [Verse 2:] Uh, I’m about to go almonds, Young head bussa, get your helmets You n-ggas real soft what is that velvet I get big chips, you get Alvins Uh, I’ma bout to go walnuts, We get seven digit money you can call us Hit ‘em wit the choppa, watch ‘em ball up Paint your face red, your all dolled up Yeah, Young Nino n-gga,I do it for my team Tim Tebo n-gga I’m killing this sh-t grim reflow n-gga Gettin' swallowed by the Maybach deep throat n-gga Uh, I’ma bout to go planters, I’m still in my prime, Dion Sanders We all gamblers, I will not lose Flow precious as diamonds, I drop jewels Uh, Gimme mine or Ima take mine Smokin purple,I heard till the grape vine Weezy Baby aka your highness, I just killed this **** Moment of Silence, Uh [Verse 3:] Uh, I’m in the zone like a fastball, And I f-ck the game like a bad call, Let the money stack, don’t let the cash fall Bars all day, no last call, Uh, I'm in the redzone n-gga, Wake up in the mornin with your head gone n-gga Birdman Jr. wings spread on n-ggas, Leave the beef in the streets and bring the bread home n-gga Yeah, tell the doctor step aside please, Dr. Carter gasoline in your IV’s Strong dry ****, make my eyes bleed, Strong arm rap, I rock an iron sleeve Uh, I’m in the zone like the secondary, No lie b-tch I’m flyer than a pet canary I’ma dog on the beat f-ck the veterinary, Two women praise me like mary mary Uh, I’m in the zone like college ball, Spit fire like I’m sippin on a molotov Lose bowels, this sh-t so easy (Jay-Z: I might send this to the mixtape Weezy) Uhh, Hahahee, No Ceilings Hehe.
(*Prod. by No I.D.) [** D.O.A. (Death of Auto-Tune) by Jay-Z {Sampler}:] [Verse 1:] Uh, Fiji water granddaddy purp, Excuse me I let the semi-automatic burp, Blood game muthaf-cka call me red alert, Young Carter kill in order,who get it first Stuff that girl wit d-ck till her head burst Young Weezle flow needles I can thread shirts Boy you ain’t did sh-t I had done said worst Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst Uh, Fiji water OG kush, yeah, I drink verses and eat hooks Got the stove on my waist, and we cooks I’m in the way you can’t pass like Aaron Brooks Uh, President ride the car slow, I let my driver drive, I’m on par 4 Spit hangin' from my mouth retard flow And I say what I want like an award show I’m on some **** ain’t even come out the ass yet Sit back and watch the green grow like the grass wet Young or old their ain’t no comparing me I just cleared that up Moment of clarity, Uhh [Verse 2:] Uh, I’m about to go almonds, Young head bussa, get your helmets You n-ggas real soft what is that velvet I get big chips, you get Alvins Uh, I’ma bout to go walnuts, We get seven digit money you can call us Hit ‘em wit the choppa, watch ‘em ball up Paint your face red, your all dolled up Yeah, Young Nino n-gga,I do it for my team Tim Tebo n-gga I’m killing this sh-t grim reflow n-gga Gettin' swallowed by the Maybach deep throat n-gga Uh, I’ma bout to go planters, I’m still in my prime, Dion Sanders We all gamblers, I will not lose Flow precious as diamonds, I drop jewels Uh, Gimme mine or Ima take mine Smokin purple,I heard till the grape vine Weezy Baby aka your highness, I just killed this **** Moment of Silence, Uh [Verse 3:] Uh, I’m in the zone like a fastball, And I f-ck the game like a bad call, Let the money stack, don’t let the cash fall Bars all day, no last call, Uh, I'm in the redzone n-gga, Wake up in the mornin with your head gone n-gga Birdman Jr. wings spread on n-ggas, Leave the beef in the streets and bring the bread home n-gga Yeah, tell the doctor step aside please, Dr. Carter gasoline in your IV’s Strong dry ****, make my eyes bleed, Strong arm rap, I rock an iron sleeve Uh, I’m in the zone like the secondary, No lie b-tch I’m flyer than a pet canary I’ma dog on the beat f-ck the veterinary, Two women praise me like mary mary Uh, I’m in the zone like college ball, Spit fire like I’m sippin on a molotov Lose bowels, this sh-t so easy (Jay-Z: I might send this to the mixtape Weezy) Uhh, Hahahee, No Ceilings Hehe.
