Banned From TV

Ayo, it’s

Weezy muthaf-cking, easy with the hating

B-tch I’m in the building you just decorating

I’m just detonating

Then I get blatant

More dangerous than internet dating

Scoob got the cameras on so

I got to show off

I put your sister on,

I knock your bro off

We just spit snowballs catch it in your face b-tch

Good game

Wayne mayne

I deserve a naysmith,

Cook game gain flow dope in the vein flow

I’ll only be smoking the purple out the rainbow

Stronger than

Draino, your boyfriend a lame-o

And if you stay wit em then y’all in the same boat

Deep water

Carter fishin for a dollar

You can join the salad and

I’m splitting your tomato

Ball cuz i gotta

You’ll love me in the mornin

I told her

Imma king, them other niggas

Prince Charming

She love to rock the mic she say thats nothing like performin

Man Im in love with her grill

George Foreman

Forewarning

Young Money’s on

And we can shoot it out,

I got the money drawnyeah, take that to the bank with ya

I rock my hat to the side like

I paint pictures

Smoke weed talk sh-t like

Lane Kiffin

Whole country in recession but

Wayne differenthuh, and

I’m a Maybach rider, haven’t drove it one time

I got a cool black driver

Cant walk around with guns i got a do that got em

Don’t worry if

Im shootin as long as you get shot

Imma beast,

Imma pitbull

I get my ass kissed,

I get my d-ck pulled

Imma beast

Imma big wolf

I got my money right,

I got my clip fullhaha, it’s like 7 in the mornin n-gga

I’m up for whoever the opponent n-gga

Stop the track, let me relish in a moment n-gga

Now bring that mutha f-cker back cuz

I’m zonin n-gga

I go hard like

Rafael Nadal

And if the b-tches were havin it,

I bet we have them all

And man Im so high its like an ever-lasting fall

And I’m chargin these hoes like women basketball

Uh, i bet that chopper get his mind right

Leave a hole in his chest like a lion bite

Super hero call like a crime fight

I see big cheese, you n-ggas blind mice

T-Streets still roll with me

Still stickin to the script like

Nicole Kidman

Need the man hit,

We are those hitmen

He stopped runnin, the bullet holes didn’tuh,

Basically,

I’m still a monster

Till the fat lady sings

I come to kill the

OperaYall too plain,

Imma helicopter

My words keep goin like a teleprompter

I’m a asshole, wipe me down b-tch

I get big checks,

Nike Town b-tch

Yeah, mean mug,

Bobby Brown sh-t

And the flag red like clown lips,uh,

TI can’t stop goin

Dropped my best sh-t like the

Cowboys dropped

OwensI’m the best to ever do it mutha f-cker

I know itNo

Ceilings Got

Dammit now the f-ckin

Sky’s showin uhh!