Gangsta Shit (feat. Petey Pablo)

You know how we do it

Weezy and Petey, baby

Ya know, this here is five hundred degrees

Holla at 'em dogg

'Cause I know I ain't dreaming

I swear to God It sound like Petey Pablo on that track with Lil Weezy

Switching it up

Fuck it, put them things on the truck

What's the name of y'all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up

Hating me kinky licks talking so much

Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason to keep it talking

You want to

You ain't built this squabble with us

I come to your show with heat homes and run on your bus

I drink your water up

Cool off I'm leaving with something

They leaving you something crop stolen

An asshole heard it

Hip on purpose

Dre I did what you told me

I been acting like I don't hear ya

But that shit been working

Keep me a burner

Poison that I grab in the morning

'Cause I know that that's what's gon' hold me down on this earth

A real **** trill **** pull out and get debated

I keep waiting, I hear your name in the papers

They call me young as Weezy

I'm gon' round up the whole uptown

We gon' burn this bitch down to the ground

People, understand

That you're fucking with some mother fucking soldiers

Crazy-ass Petey

I'ma tell a **** just like this

If you want it boy you sure can get it

You ain't heard

It's cash money and that Carolina ****

They call me gangsta, gangsta

Weezy, Weezy

Lil Birdman junior

Holla at ya ****

I fuck around and throw a bottle at you ****

I'ma big pimp I throw a model at you ****

Squidy squad I'll throw up the motto at ya ****

You can mind up I throw a hollow at you ****

And I'm so high

No I'm too high

But a little work on a few blocks

And I put a few skirts on a few blocks

If you dirt you feel the burst from my fuse box

Oh Lordy, there's nobody like me shorty

I hold cash money myself, it's me money

Old cats wants to test come see shorty

I got it all hot it in my pocket I'll pop it

I'm riding in a 'Rari where the top is in my pocket

That's young Weezy baby

They call me young as Weezy

I'm gon' round up the whole uptown

We gon' burn this bitch down to the ground

People, understand

That you're fucking with some mother fucking soldiers

Crazy-ass Petey

I'ma tell a **** just like this

If you want it boy you sure can get it

You ain't heard

It's cash money and that Carolina ****

You see it's young Wayne

Game is ashamed and they say he's a pain

He is crazy deranged

Put them blades on his thing

Just like eighty to summer, so

When the sun hit it look like Baby or something, so

When I come through the ladies praise me or something, like

Weezy's the man

If you be's where he be's then you leaves with a tan

'Cause he's five-hundred degrees

I need a fan, whew

Cool me off, wipe me down

Daddy is back in town

With the back of my Caddy slanted down

And the mack goes black if you ask around

Put some hash in that grass that you pass around

Then I stash a pound by my ave with rounds

I'm a gangsta until they put my casket down

You can ask around

And they tell you like me

There ain't nobody like me

It's Weezy, baby

They call me young as Weezy

I'm gon' round up the whole uptown

We gon' burn this bitch down to the ground

People, understand

That you're fucking with some mother fucking soldiers

Crazy-ass Petey

I'ma tell a **** just like this

If you want it boy you sure can get it

You ain't heard

It's cash money and that Carolina ****

See this is right here is Young Weezy, ****

Don't get entangled and twisted

I'm in the studio right now, ****

With my boy

My **** Boo in this bitch

My **** hot boy album you know what I mean

Five-hundred degrees, they all riding with ya boy Fi-Fi

They gotta feel me

Birdman junior, number one stunna my partner

You know the name, bitch