| Because I won’t let y’all worry me
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| I got something chrome that I carry with me
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| It’s Young Weezy Wee y’all ain’t scaring me
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| I’m the seventeen don till they bury me
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| Eh, it go whoa oh me oh my ay ay
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| I’m H-O-T-B-O-Y ay ay
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| I’m so fly I’m the Birdman Jr
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| Stunting in the gray uh
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| Shortie play your player
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| Slick clean hey ya
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| Fifteen riding with me spray ya
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| You don’t want no drama with me play fa
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| Keep low or it’s murda she wrote pussy nigga
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| I gotta keep it cooking cuz the streets still hot for a shooking
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| Plus my late pops still looking
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| Bust my tray quick if ya hate the pimp
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| Think it’s all big fish I don ate the shrimp
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| Roll out with the hood cuz I’m so damn street
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| I rep Hollygrove and Hollygrove rep me
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| And that’s how Weezy Wee be
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| And y’all gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
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| I’m riding and I’m dolo on my way to the stizzo
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| Knowing on my waist is the sizzo
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| Weezy so hot Glock ten and a pistol
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| Big rims with the tires thin as a pencil
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| Mami want me cuz I got pimping potential
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| I stick to my mental
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| Don’t make me stick my fifth to your temple
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| Forget I’m getting rich for a cent
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| Bitch I’m coming get you for my baby mama’s rent I will flip you
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| 90 on the highway seeing what the whip do
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| Cops get behind me they want see the whip too
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| S-Q professor C-M-B alumni
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| Everybody else fails except the young guy
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| Don’t worry bout Weezy for real nigga I done mine
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| Got the biggest nuts up in here nigga I swung mine
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| The streets taught me never to fear nigga I run mine
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| I can’t lose cuz I won mine
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| Now run yourself
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| I got five drinks with me
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| And there be four chunks of dro up in my lung pipe
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| Three guns
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| Two bitches
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| And all I need is one knife
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| And I bet you don’t like
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| C’mon we only get one life
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| And if it’s done right
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| Freak a nigga might wife her
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| You know S-Q galore low chop three striper
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| I’m just trying to keep paper
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| Please, don’t be a hater cuz he’ll take ya Weeze
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| Don’t be a major cuz he greater
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| Cheese gon feed Nate
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| Brother it’s keys or emceeing
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| And I’m a C-O-A cuz I can move yay
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| Like you never thought hard or soft like a duck
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| And y’all don’t starve me
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| That shit could be bad for your heartbeat
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| Cash’ll get you snatched in a heartbeat
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| Mash in a mad dash in a Cadillac with the alligator dashboard
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| Damn whore
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| Yeah I know |