Gangsta S**t
Popularity · Low
Listen
YouTube
0:00 / 0:00
Loading YouTube player...
Lyrics offset
Synced
Lyrics
Uh-oh, uh-oh, you know how we do it
Weezy and Petey, baby
Y'all know, this here is 500 Degreez
Holla at em
Cause I know I ain't dreamin
I swear to God this sound like Petey
Pablo on that track with Lil Weezy
Switchin it up, fuck it, put them thangs on the truck
What's the name of y'all jeweler? Tell him freeze me up
Hate me, dick, you niggas talkin so much
Let me give these sons of bitches a reason to keep the talk up
You walked up, you ain't built to squabble with us
I'll come to your show with heat homes, and run on your bus
I'll drink your water up, who want it? I'm leavin with somethin
Leavin you somethin crouched over and asshole hurt
Hip or purpose, Dre, I feel what you told me
I may act like I don't hear ya but that shit been workin
Keep me a burner, first thing that I grab in the mornin
Cause I know that that's what's gon' hold me down on this earth
Real nigga, trill nigga, pull out and get to blazin
And keep waitin, I'll see your name in the paper
It go young ass Weezy
I'm gon' round up the whole uptown
We gon' burn this bitch down to the ground
People understand that you fuckin with some motherfuckin soldiers
Crazy ass bitch, come on chill, a nigga just like this
If you want it, boy, you sho' can get it
You ain't heard of Cash Money, ain't a goddamn nigga
They call me gangsta gangsta, Weezy Weezy
Lil Birdman Jr., holla at cha nigga
I'll fuck around and throw a bottle at you nigga
I'm a big pimp, I'll throw a model at you nigga
Squity squad up, throw up the motto at you nigga
You can mind up, I'll throw a hollow at you nigga
And I'm so hot, no I'm too hot
With a lil work on a few blocks
And I put a few skirts on a few blocks
If you jerk you feel a burst from a few Glocks
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, I don't hide it, in my pocket I'll pop it
I'm ridin in a 'rari but the top is in my pocket
That's Young Weezy Baby
It go young ass Weezy
I'm gon' round up the whole uptown
We gon' burn this bitch down to the ground
People understand that you fuckin with some motherfuckin soldiers
Crazy ass bitch, come on chill, a nigga just like this
If you want it, boy, you sho' can get it
You ain't heard of Cash Money, ain't a goddamn nigga
They say he's young Wayne, game is a shame
And they say he's a pain, he is crazy deranged
Put them blades on this thang, it's like 80 this summer
So when the sun hit it look like baby or somethin
So when I come through the ladies praise me or somethin
Like Weezy's the man, if you be's where he be's
Then you leaves with a tan
Cause he's 500 Degreez, I need a fan, woo
Cool me off, wipe me down, daddy is back in town
With the back of my Caddy slanted down
And the mac goes blap if you ask around
Put some hash in that grass that you pass around
And 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, Weezy Baby
It go young ass Weezy
I'm gon' round up the whole uptown
We gon' burn this bitch down to the ground
People understand that you fuckin with some motherfuckin soldiers
Crazy ass bitch, come on chill, a nigga just like this
If you want it, boy, you sho' can get it
You ain't heard of Cash Money, ain't a goddamn nigga
This here right here is Young Weezy nigga
Don't get it tangled and twisted
I'm in the studio right now nigga
With my boy, my nigga Boo In This Muthafucka
My nigga Hot Boy Elton, you know what I mean
500 Degreez, they all ridin with your boy, Fee Fee
They gotta feel me
Birdman Jr., holla, number one stunna my boy
You know the name bitch