[Chorus: Lil Wayne & KidShazam]

It’s all business no love to the competition
Let that chopper hit him sit him down swap his spirit
Die now Imma think about it later Imma think about it never
All I think about is paper
We buzzing dope in the room, talking is past of us
We gon' kill you off the shrooms since it's the last of us
'Za in the paper, put the verse in like a line of Wock'
This ain't a pen to paper
This a goat talk

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne, KidShazam & Lauren German]

I draw first that’s that quick animation
You smell that stench you just think sanitation
I’m right here n***a fuck the location
'Cause too much information could get you that vacation
Tell the cops I say fuck the allegations
Got work in the trunk with no conversation
One for the hurt, one for the healed
And one from the hammer will get a n***a killed
Fill a n***a up then it’s for real
We gon' hit a n***a up & split a n***a meal
Yeah
If n***as acting how they feel
Then I pull it out the jacket get to clapping like a seal
Yeah
Kidnapping the lil' ones
Throwing bitch n***as off the back of the buildings
I hope you know how to fly and sincerely
I would do the same thing to everyone you live with
Everything I stand for, send him to the heaven’s sky
Weezy F' Baby boy get it right every time
Get it right every time
You ain't on our level
You are the actual Devil
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & KidShazam]

It’s all business no love to the competition
Let that chopper hit him sit him down swap his spirit
Die now Imma think about it later Imma think about it never
All I think about is paper
We buzzing dope in the room, talking is past of us
We gon' kill you off the shrooms since it's the last of us
'Za in the paper, put the verse in like a line of Wock'
This ain't a pen to paper
This a goat talk

[Verse 2: KidShazam]

I'll fry you chickens like it's KFC
A star, not off of LSD
You rat raised like TMNT
They pop all over TMZ
And my bitch still ATMP
Still poppin' like it's TNT
Dice & roll, ain't no DND
Codeine, ain't no IEEE
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God
Every time I put pen to paper
It's like hitting the Jackpot
Your verses getting laughed off
It's like you on your knees & have your ass up
Uhmm
No Diddy (haha)
I just popped a perc'
Let me scope 'em 'cause I need more
He saw me & shat his pants with elevated cortisol
We can go 1 vs 1
But you can't afford a soul
I ain't playin' I'm strictly going Voldemort
Pickin' Weezy brain
Like a zombie off the plants
Things getting heated
So I'm gon' be hanging with the fans
Trappin' like I'm demon, uh
Bitch I'm making diamonds dance
Bitch I'm tired of your rants
Your blood is on your own hands
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & KidShazam]

It’s all business no love to the competition
Let that chopper hit him sit him down swap his spirit
Die now Imma think about it later Imma think about it never
All I think about is paper
We buzzing dope in the room, talking is past of us
We gon' kill you on the shrooms since it's the last of us
'Za in the paper, put the verse in like a line of Wock'
This ain't a pen to paper
This a goat talk