Inkredible - Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)
I pop some percocets
Then I pop some xanax
Sitting back strapped cocked
Plotting on your man next
Jack a n**ga for his work
And stretch it like some spandex
He hesitate I spray and leave him
Like a Tampex oops I meant a tampax
B**ch I keep that anthrax
I can get your man wacked for a couple tan packs
s***t off your sedan lap
N**ga I demand stacks
I ain't playing black
B**ch I be spraying macks
Ha
All type of guns with accessories
I'm like Cosby for the bills
I need mills like Stephanie
P**sy n**gas can't stand next to me
I've got d**e and e*****y
Keep 'em floating like both of the levees breached
80s baby but my soul from the 70s
Worldwide game like a travelled the 7 seas
N**gas ain't og scary lil b**ch please
Tune ate p**sy in the can Frisky
I got 10 up on my pinky ring
And 20 on my bracelet
Now these n**gas kissing a** but they can't say sh*t
I'm just here to separate the real from the fake sh*t
I told you I was coming n I'm sorry for the wait
I gotta get this money
Mane it's right here in my face
I got the devil on my back
I don't wanna be up in that place
My mom tell me to be safe
I just keep running in these streets
I can't stop f**kin' with these hoes
But I say I'm just doing me
B**ch I'm a 9th ward n**ga
Mason street dg
That Flordia right by the d
They need to free my n**ga b
I
Ain't the type of person to be running from no beef
Those f**king guns are gonna be bursting
Somebody knocked off their feet
So watch your f**king mouth
Before you end up on that floor and stop
Acting like you're hard 'cause
You know you've been a ho
I told you out the gate I'm not the fake
I gotta say it please excuse
Almost forgot men I'm all dizzy by the way
Money over b**ches b**ch I'm coming for the check
Yeah
Vampire living b**ch I'm coming for your neck
Raw
I'm sharp
My swagger like an X
I'm a motherf**king monster
I rap like I'm possessed
Call me Mr Still Smoking
Smoke it in a paper
The game is a b**ch
Hold her down and R**e her
Yes I am a blood but I be wylin' with my skaters
We probably smoking flavors bumping Tyler the creator
I'm a Eastside native all my n**gas Soo Woopin'
They went crazy when they heard I had a song
With Lil Tunechi b**ch
Get some ice and pour my sprite
And light my bong and my doobies
F**k your producer
I'm the one that be producing my music
Oho
I'm a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot
Aha pot is in me
Drop ya like an otterbox
Sleeping on me like I'm rapping with a blanket
k**l a n**ga have him thinking that he planking
All red plaid shirt skinny a** jeans on
Them goons at your front door choppers outding dong
Didn't I change the game and put my motherf**king team on
Now let my chopper ring
Baka is my ringtone
F**k you hoa** n**gas I get money and get over hoes
We hold court with them heaters
Pop case open closed
Looking for a b**ch to hop up on my totem pole
And my blunt be stupid fat double stuffed oreos
Man I get loaded 'til I motherf**king overload
Been rapping flows still tight like aerobic's clothes
Ask them b**ches
I told 'em hoes
They back it up like sunnydrive and Bronx Tale Cologero
Lighter in my pocket
Light the sky rocket
Pull 'em hammers out and run them n**ga's like Stocktons
Got some n**gas from my city
Thugga dizzy flow
Sorry 4 the Wait coming soon Carter IV beyotch
Beyotch
