Artist: Lil Wayne
Album: –
Year: 2018
[Intro – Lil Wayne]
What the blood klot?
What the blood klot?
I’m a rudeboi, with me dreadlock
Dreadlock Rasta, hair like pasta
I’m a rude, badman shotta
[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
What the blood klot?
What the blood klot?
I’m a rudeboi, with me dreadlock
I’m a bad boy, I’m a 2Pac
Choppa choppin’ half off like a coupon
I’m a lil’ nigga, please do not
Feel froggy, cause if you hot
I’m a boom bap-bap with the oowap bap
You ain’t know we call the uzi the oowap
I don’t do cops, I don’t do wap
I don’t do bitches that act bourgeois
Excuse my french, I just do moi
But she do coke, she do molly, she do moon rock
Yeah, Amen, Hallelujah
We just threw a snitch off the rooftop, bye
Convertibles, I don’t do tops
I don’t do car lots, I do the DuPont
Yeah, ballin’ and what not, yeah
Bitch, I’ve been ballin’ since the hook shot
When I saw my first mil’, I ain’t look shocked
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
Dreadlock Rasta, hair like pasta
Tunechi rudeboi, bad man hear my shotta
What the blood klot?
What the blood klot?
I’m in the two-door Benz Coupe with the bug eyes
I’m in the two-door Benz Coupe bumpin’ Thug Life
I’m in a two cup congregation sippin’ mud slides, pour up
211s at night, 187s broad daylight
Catch you at a red light, make it yo’ grave sight, bap-bap
The guns clappin’ so loud, give you stage fright, bap-bap
Banana clips look like a banana in a tail-pipe
Yeah, and niggas in wheelchairs is half-dead
Yeah, niggas with real money is in the feds
Yeah, they just ran in my house last week
Damn, I wasn’t home I was in the streets
Yeah, I ain’t never home, I be in the streets
Yeah, a money hound, giving hoes the runaround
Fuck ’em, it been fuck the world, it wanna cuddle now
I ain’t fucking with them niggas cause they funny style
I ain’t fucking with them niggas cause they funny style
I ain’t fucking with them niggas cause they funny style
100 pounds in the trunk, drove a 100 mile
Make a deal, we drop it off and then we turn around
Hunt you down, take your shit and then we gun you down
I fix your frown, leave my footprints on your stomping ground
I feel my high coming down, roll another ounce
Hate when my hoes come in town unannounced
I got my own ups and downs
You lil’ niggas don’t do shit but make my stomach growl
Take a shower with your bitch and let her rub me down
She say you tiny but that dick look like it musclebound
Gimme that pussy, tear it up and down
Doing circles in that pussy, I don’t fuck around
Crash dummies better dumb it down
Better buckle up and stay buckled down
Smoking on the loud and we love the sound
Yeah, sweet as Gil Scott
Yeah, looking like gwap
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop, yeah
When the hook drop
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
Dreadlock Rasta, hair like pasta
Tunechi badman, rudeboi, I’m a shotta
Blow
[Outro – Lil Wayne]
Yeah, dreadlock Rasta, hair like pasta
Tunechi badman, rudeboi I’m a shotta
Dreadlock Rasta, hair like pasta
Tunechi badman, rudeboi I’m a shotta
Blow
Who we is?
Mula baby
What the blood klot?
What the blood klot?
I’m a rudeboi, with me dreadlock
Dreadlock Rasta, hair like pasta
I’m a rudeboi, badman shotta
No Ceilings
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