Xannies & Coedine
[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Gudda, get me that xanax
Hurricane Game, Lex Luger
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Weezy up in this bitch, y'all n***as can't breathe
Finna put a stamp on your bitch, bring in the stampede
Y'all just fuck n***as, only real n***as fuck with me
Here to paint the town red, hello it's the martian
Your now in tune wtth Tuncehi, it's Weezy F Carter
One shot from the Glock turn a bum n***a to a martyr
Blood gang bitch, all my n***as Spartans
They pissed off like bladders
Weezy F for Fireman, she all up on my ladder
Pop that pussy, mama come up to daddy
My guns talk, bitch I'm speechless
She sucking dick all night, y'all n***as a bunch of fuckin' leeches
Cash rules everything around me, y'all n***as cream and peaches
Tired of the bullshit, all I hear is screeches
My bitch say she miss me, that's a misdemeanor
These n***as fed up, pussy all I'm eatin'
[Hook: Game]
Came through in that Phatom, n***as swear I was Styles P
Y'all a bunch of fuck n***as, told y'all not to fuck with me
50 bands in my pocket, next stop K.O.D
[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Rich Gang up in here, all I rep Young Munna
Gudda Gudda, straight up out that gutta
Real n***as talking, I tell that bitch shut up
We ain't Hollywood, we Hollygrove
Catch me down in Cali, all my n***as got Calicos
High roller n***as, that' how we roll
Gudda, get me that xanax
Hurricane Game, Lex Luger
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Weezy up in this bitch, y'all n***as can't breathe
Finna put a stamp on your bitch, bring in the stampede
Y'all just fuck n***as, only real n***as fuck with me
Here to paint the town red, hello it's the martian
Your now in tune wtth Tuncehi, it's Weezy F Carter
One shot from the Glock turn a bum n***a to a martyr
Blood gang bitch, all my n***as Spartans
They pissed off like bladders
Weezy F for Fireman, she all up on my ladder
Pop that pussy, mama come up to daddy
My guns talk, bitch I'm speechless
She sucking dick all night, y'all n***as a bunch of fuckin' leeches
Cash rules everything around me, y'all n***as cream and peaches
Tired of the bullshit, all I hear is screeches
My bitch say she miss me, that's a misdemeanor
These n***as fed up, pussy all I'm eatin'
[Hook: Game]
Came through in that Phatom, n***as swear I was Styles P
Y'all a bunch of fuck n***as, told y'all not to fuck with me
50 bands in my pocket, next stop K.O.D
[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Rich Gang up in here, all I rep Young Munna
Gudda Gudda, straight up out that gutta
Real n***as talking, I tell that bitch shut up
We ain't Hollywood, we Hollygrove
Catch me down in Cali, all my n***as got Calicos
High roller n***as, that' how we roll