500 Degreez

Ay, you see me, I eat, sleep, shit and talk snaps

So fuck rap, man I got weed, pills, pistols, all crack

Bitch ****, where your hearts at?

Y'all ain't stuntin' like us, bitch ****, where your cars at?

They like "Wayne, why the fuck you dressed in all black?"

I'm about to bring C M R back

And all the lames, we done lost that

And all we got is Weezy, Weezy and Lil' Weezy to fall back

I'm 'bout to lock it from the summer to the fall and back

It's Weezy, baby, the bar is back

And the wheels on my car? You gotta alter that

Stop playin', I been ballin' jack

You don't want my Glock sprayin', I hit all them cats

You don't want my stomachache, I shit on them cats

I get on them gats, Fresh and B? It's all a wrap

If I'm the only Hot Boy, then what do you call that?

You don't want to fuck with Weezy (No, you don't, no, you don't, no, you don't)

You don't want to fuck with Weezy (Five hunnid, ah, ah I'm five hunnid, okay, okay, come on)

Bitch what? I bust ya ass up, ****

Don't even go there round, **** get your cash up

We probably need to clash up

This shit got me 'bout to ass up

They findin' **** in they shit with they ass up

This ain't October 31st but we gon' mask up

And guess what, you know I heard they got some nice chain

And for the right price I'll bust the right brain

And mommy hot 'cause I pull up in that white thing

Oh but your **** might be fly but I still get trifling

Ridin' through the city just me and my flame

Friday night special, professional tight aim

A gangsta is who you hearin'

I'm in my buildin' with 20 bricks in the ceilin'

I'm more real than, I got more skrill than

Got more skill than them there, I'm a Cash Money Millionaire bitch

You don't want to fuck with Weezy (No, you don't, no, you don't, no, you don't)

You don't want to fuck with Weezy (I'm five hunnid baby, let's go)

Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy

Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover

No, let me get the keys to the house in Eastover

So I throw a 500 Degreez platinum party, then the after party

My squad stompin' in this bitch, fuck a Kappa party

Don't go to rapper parties, I'm no rapper man

But when the homies come home we throw a monster jam

And all my people tote chrome, we some monsters, man

We gon' mob to the promised land

I ball big, I'm a Tymer, man

Son of a Stunner, baby girl fuck with a hustler

Weezy keep it gutter for ya, baby bubba

Baby blue Mercedes coupe, got it bulletproof

Make me shoot my 80 duke at your fuckin' roof

You're barkin' with a big dog, **** fuckin' woof

Mr. S fuckin' Q, I'm the fuckin' truth

Three stripes baby, nice, lot of ice bucket, oof

That's 500 degreez

You don't want to fuck with Weezy (Yes, sir, really don't)

You don't want to fuck with Weezy (Five hunnid, ah, ah I'm five hunnid, I'm five hunnid man)

(I'm five hunnid B)

Yes, sir

Five hunnid, man

They can't cool me down

I mean it's burnin' through the package, people this is 500 degreez, get it right

Get it right, know what I'm sayin'?