(LiL Wayne)   shooting till my motherfuckin hand fall off   your trackstars the gun shot ran yall off   i pop like a soda watch the can fall off   i can kill yall and yall boss   shooting till my motherfuckin hand fall off   your trackstars the gun shot ran yall off   i pop like a soda watch the can fall off   i can kill yall and yall boss   shotguns handguns louder than a band drum   you fuckin with the drum major let me play you the anthem   bang bang bang bang call it heavy metal   i say bang bang bitch i make you feel every letter   B.A.N.G. B.A.N.G. G.A.N.G.    we spray then leave   we play when we know   we play N.E.   V.E.R. C.P.R.   Doctor Carter are you the disease boy   young money motherfucka deez theez boyz   bitches you crazy   weez retardz   watch nina, mack and tommy have a brief minaj   like (gunshots) like (gunshots) yeah   soulja boy on the beat    but you can call me chef boyardee   cause ima heat this shit   and ima eat this shit   planet earth is my toilet your beneath this shit   then i flush and whipe my ass   gun slinger like a pass   i cock back and throw a bomb now hailmary   your tailfairy fairy-tale very frail   and yeah we got them hammers try and hit every nail   let em sail up the river with that hoe shit   or leave em face down in the fuckin ocean   i aint on no other shit bitch im on some more shit   that hello how you doing i am at your front door shit   that aww naw he got a gun oh shit ..shit...shit      (JAE MILLZS)   Okay its young money what you know bout it   The simuarto will rip open your body and tear the soul out it   And all that fronting shit nigga I don’t know bout it    Call me master J bitch im so bout it even my hoe bout it   And don’t doubt it cuz we both will be Angeline and Braden   Spazzin and blastin; blastin and rat- a- tattin    And naw I don’t cook em like potatoes I mash em    I don’t give a fuck bout your money or your fashion   Shots through the window where your brand new astin??    You get out tryin to run now you just wit them bullets crashin   Pine box niggas no crutches no cassin   No wheelchair just a two door long black wagon flowers on the side    And four wheels of steal.. I aint neva scared and I aint neva cared   So fuck what they doing over there.. im doin it here   You nothing like me fuck boy don’t be outlandish    We gorillas in the mist you just some kung fo pandas   Sweet like fantas my blood is the same as bruce bantis that record on the cameras   Motherfuck all the bullshit and antics and they sayin he aint got it   ???to clear for wayne that’s a disadvantage   Being broke is a foreign language to me like Spanish musically I direct thrillers call me john Landis   Nigha   (laughing)      Fuck that nigha in red jacket nigha