[Chorus; Gudda Gudda]
I don't like the look of it

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Ok I'm sipping on the syrup got a n***a movin slow
I'm all bout the money what the fuck you think I do it for
Bitch don't act like you don't know I'm killing these rap ass n***as
Custom made caskets for your motherfucking funeral
Keep these women with me shit I gotta keep like two or more
Party everyday like we won the fucking superbowl
Chilling with my n***a mack he keeps bitches handy
White girls on the table let them sniff the nose candy
When I'm walking by the women sayin who is that n***a
I reply hi I am Gudda Gudda that n***a
I was raised in a home of them cap splitters
Whip on 24s watch it crawl like a caterpillar
I come with a toy boy like a happy meal
And you a motherfuckin duck daffy dill
From the school of hard knocks where we scrap and kill
Pick the knife or gun or you could get the package deal
I'm hot n***a burning everything around me
I was lost for a minute took a while but I found me
The streets say I'm king but the game will never crown me
Realest n***a doing it just ask the n***a round me
So you can't size me up but try to clown a
Shark in the water jump in and I'ma drown ya
New orleans n***a gun out I'ma down ya
Put n***as to sleep like a motherfuckin downer
I'm a great white you a flounder
Fish ain't a bitch I'll tuna everything around ya
U-Haul Gudda move everything around ya
It's young money bitch at the top is where they found us
N***a
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Goons on deck, Marley don't shoot 'em
Silence on a gun, watch a n***a mute 'em
The coach in the booth, call me Jon Gruden
School these n***as they all my students
All jokes aside, I ain't playing with ya
The weed broke down like a transmission
The choppers spin ’em around like a ballerina
Bitch I'm still spitting like I ate a jalapeno
I'm from uptown, my bitch from Argentina
My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
Stunt so hard it's all y'all fault
And when it come to beef give me A-1 sauce
I ain't worrying about shit everything paid out
You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade house
With a high yellow thick bitch with her legs out
Cash Money President but we in the Red House
Who the fuck want it? Name a fucking day
I blow your candles out, now n***a cut the cake
I gotta eat bitch, like a runaway
Ya'll n***as ain't eating stomach-ache
Ok all these bitches and n***as still hatin
I used to be ballin but now I'm Bill Gatin
Fuck her with my iPhone bumpin’ illmatic
I'm on the road to riches. It's just a lil traffic
Hair still platted fuckin is a habit
Keep my guitar hip hop Lenny Kravitz
Bunch of bad bitches and I fuck 'em like rabbits
Dope dick Weezy, your girlfriends an addict
Uh
[Outro]
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