[Verse 1] I am not a human, shout to all my moon men Yeah they call me Tune, got them bitches tuned in It's a crazy world, so I stay in mine And niggas don't cross the line, niggas stay in line Like welfare, I stay elsewhere Hotter than a devil? Nigga, hell yeah Rock-a-bye baby, homicide baby That's more tear drops, call me cry baby What you talking bout? Tell it to my 9 Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms I'm a young God, swagger unflawed Bitch, I'm in the building, you in the front yard Life's a bitch, naw, better yet a dumb broad And I bet I can fuck the world and make it cum hard Yeah, you boys is washed up And I'm shitting on em like two girls and one cup Weezy Baby aka Bring The Money Home Pull out the AK and pop you in your funny bone Laugh now, die later muthafucka You's a bitch like Zeta Phi Beta muthafucka [Hook] Yeah, I call it how I see you I wish I never met you, I wouldn't wanna be you Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea [Verse 2] Man I'm so tired of balling, I sleep a lot now I'll let my goons rush you like Moscow Gun at your eyebrow, pow pow Man I ball hard even with five fouls Yeah, we in this bitch like tampons Dump you in the woods, now get your camp on Chokehold around this shit cause I'm so hands-on I get high as fuck and Polo sheets is what I lands on Back against the wall, my two feet is what I stand on Diva in the room, she blowing me just like a band horn Got her on her knees, the same knees that she be praying on Now she just text her girlfriend with a capital, "You can join" Yeah, what y'all wanna do? I'm all ears Smoking on that headband, call that shit Paul Pierce I'm just so ahead of my time like dog years Balled like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears [Hook] [Verse 3, Drake] I am spending much more than I'm making On these cars and these vacations, is that too much information? I just bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racing With a windshield full of tickets cause I live right by the station I am trying to figure out why you so mad at me Yes, I'm with Young Money, tell the magazine stop asking me I be with the dread with the tattoos on his head And a flag the color red like a fucking low battery (Okay) Nigga peep the shit I'm wyling on I be with your baby mama, you be with your child at home Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of styrofoam Big cheese big bread call that shit a calzone (Okay) I will break your fucking collar bone Us against the world, better pick which fucking side you on Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady putting mileage on And we about to kill em, C4, Mr. Carter's home [Outro] Yeah, I call it how I see you I wish I never met you, I wouldn't wanna be you We some asshole niggas, call us diarrhea The money keep growing, yep, it's growing like a Chia Yeah, I call it how I see it Y'all some pussy ass niggas, we should call you gonorrhea You keep talking that shit, I'ma see you Kill your senorita and and your fucking Mama Mia
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