[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Oh baby, Oh Weezy
Yes 'sa (Weezy, Baby)

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
You know I'm Weezy Wee the boy
I got Apple and Eagle boy
Packin' them heaters boy
That's blocka oh boy
And I'm back in the streets boy
My crack is fa' cheap boy
I got that- boy boy boy boy
I'm movin' in wit' my boy
We doing it oh boy
I'm S.Q-ing it wit' my boy
Sqad Up! Oh boy
You try us no, I'm the- boy boy boy boy
I come through in that toy on them alloys boy
Mami like, boy, I move so quik
I'm the good dick boy, so slick
Boys so click wit' my boy
I'mma stick wit' my boy
That my- boy boy boy boy
Hey Maunderin' this young Wayne, mami you know the game
You know ta give me brainz, til you make your boy range
Go try another boy
You gatta suck ya boy get a Mack
Not a man baby, ya understand baby
See me the boy
Me and that fifi boy
Call us them fly boy
We high oh boy
I ride fa' my boy
Antwan you my boy
Hey we- boy boy boy boy
I'm that pistol pack boy
I'm back oh boy
And this shit is a rap boy
I told ya oh boy
Y'all all know the Grove-a boy boy boy
Ya, not from the Magnolia, but the bar Soljah
Y'al sippin' that Belvi boy
Step it up boy
Ya know whats in my cup boy, purple stuff oh boy
And ya wanna swallow ya boy
But tomorrow you can halla at 'cha boy boy boy boy
Yes, it's the Cash Money boy
The Young Money boy
Fuck it I done it boy
Five hundred oh boy
Ayy gimme ya bitch boy
I show you how to make her boy
Twerk-n-Work-n-breakin' them chips boy, you fuckin' wit' a sick boy
I feel it bubblin', I think I'm about to shit boy
I need a hit of that light green sticky shit boy
Got me feelin' like- boy boy boy boy
Stupid bitch I'm the boy
The fire dont stop boy
I'm the only Hot boy
But I'm glad oh boy
But I'm mad at 'cha that- boy boy boy
Don't make a n***a bust a Mac at 'cha when I see ya
Ya need to listen boy
I'm in the kitchen boy
Cookin' and Zippin' boy
Two for one oh boy
Hey Juve fuck wit' ya boy
I won't fuck wit' ya, fuck ya boy boy boy boy
Got a baby girl, not a boy
She a trip oh boy
I love her thats on my boy
Sweet Nae' oh boy
But ya mama played ya boy
Fuck my- boy boy boy
She knows how it go, I'ont love them hoes (Biatch!)
I'm keepin' it gutta' boy
Gangstaz in my blood, I'ma thug it til my hole is dug
Boy I'm bustin' it for my boy
Who want it wit' the team scream boy boy boy boy
Who sayin' Weezy Wee, not a muh'fuckin' livin'
Lemme fuckin' live I'm just muh'fuckin' pimpin'
The dub still dippin' an I'm still smokin'
An as long as they still sniffin', I'm gifted
Aiy Aiy I'm not a lil' boy
Look at my fuckin' wheels, Check the size of my shoes
I'm ridin' on my heels boy
This shit is real boy
Fee, ya gatta feel ya boy boy boy boy
Where my New Orleans East boy
Not the cops ih boy
I mean a nice car boy
That's them drops oh boy
Them rat-a-tang-a-ring bang boy boy boy
Yea, I put it in a bullet go right inside of your hoody
Ya lookin' at the boy, ya hatin' on the boy
Ya waitin' on the boy, July 2nd cocksucka
The Eagle block all the money man, Sqad Up-a
I'm the boy boy boy boy
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Bitch, Wheezy