(feat. Lil' Wayne)    [Lil Wayne]  You know it's Wheezy you know  Nigga you know it's Wheezy you know  You know it's Wheezy you know  Who Squideye    [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]  I ain' just jumped off da porch playboy   I been thuggin on da block  Fist clutchin' on da glock  Who Bout it   Motherfucker let me know shit  Y'all wit that hoe shit  I keep the fo grip  Hollowed tips fill the whole clip  Trippin' ya feel da whole clip  Get It   I'm on some mo shit   Quad Mafia blow Shit  Never slept for dough or no bitch  I only want a hoe for those lips to lick my whole clique  And load the bitch wit coke and shit and send her on a road trip  I'm so sick wit it  Dick nigga what is your purpose   I'm off the surface  Platinum merchandise shining perfect  For certain firearms   This verse seem like it's dirty squiddy  Put bullets in yo shirt and fit it if you jerkin wit me  ? pops don't yourself the next statistic  You may be hard but seeing your chopped off is less convincing  Which nigga want it  Holla at me I'll be at the top  With cha wife slobbing on my cock   And your kids calling me pop I can't be stopped    [Hook: Lil Wayne 2x]    Okay   They run in yo place four straight to yo face  These Niggaz don't play  Believe me shit ain all right  They cut off all lights  And they ridin' all night  Till some shit that you don't like let's go    [Verse 2: Turk]  Nigga look here you can play wit me or my dogs If ya won't  And watch how quick yo bitches wind up gettin' left faunked  I dress in black rat a tat tat leave ya flat nigga  At any given time you gonna see that nigga  Lil Turk and Wheezy straight thugged out  We got choppers wit 50's that'll clear it out  You could test the nuts If ya won't round  You know you done fucked up so it's goin' down  Get fulla dat one on one and we don't give a fuck  It's you or me, me or you nigga so what's up  Now tell me, Is you really bout dat beef shit  Bringin dat heat shit, killin yo peeps shit  Cuz If you not then it's best you stay your distance nigga  Cuz when we pull da trigger look we ain' missing nigga  I'm a hit cha in yo melon split it to da fat  Leave yo moms on da front level draped in black    [Hook 2x]    [Verse 3 Lil Wayne & Turk]    [Lil Wayne]  Fuck wit a turn or bed for bags, bitches, or bread  And we mash quickly in a drout and blast snitches they scared  Take snap pictures for fedz we blast riches and ice  Snatch at night get em back depending the price  Livin the last minutes of life and we do it huge  My whole crew 'll does whos background to screw  And we feud wit anyone to two shatter ya cabin  Come around ya block niggaz disappear like abra cadabra    [Turk]  Lil turk don't play nigga look betta recognize  When my finger get ta fuckin all you niggaz gon die  Hit cha set in camoflague 50 shots what I fire  Lay down and get cha mind right I bet cha won't survive  I put that on everthing against anything ya bet  If a nigga get it twisted get holes in his chest  ? vest ain no way you protect it  Last nigga got bust up cuz he disrespected    [Hook til end]