Willy Wonka

Lyrics

[Chorus; Gudda Gudda] I don't like the look of it [Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] Ok I'm sipping on the syrup got a nigga movin slow I'm all bout the money what the fuck you think I do it for Bitch don't act like you don't know I'm killing these rap ass niggas Custom made caskets for your motherfucking funeral Keep these women with me shit I gotta keep like two or more Party everyday like we won the fucking superbowl Chilling with my nigga mack he keeps bitches handy White girls on the table let them sniff the nose candy When I'm walking by the women sayin who is that nigga I reply hi I am Gudda Gudda that nigga I was raised in a home of them cap splitters Whip on 24s watch it crawl like a caterpillar I come with a toy boy like a happy meal And you a motherfuckin duck daffy dill From the school of hard knocks where we scrap and kill Pick the knife or gun or you could get the package deal I'm hot nigga burning everything around me I was lost for a minute took a while but I found me The streets say I'm king but the game will never crown me Realest nigga doing it just ask the nigga round me So you can't size me up but try to clown a Shark in the water jump in and I'ma drown ya New orleans nigga gun out I'ma down ya Put niggas to sleep like a motherfuckin downer I'm a great white you a flounder Fish ain't a bitch I'll tuna everything around ya U-Haul Gudda move everything around ya It's young money bitch at the top is where they found us Nigga [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Goons on deck, Marley don't shoot 'em Silence on a gun, watch a nigga mute 'em The coach in the booth, call me Jon Gruden School these niggas they all my students All jokes aside, I ain't playing with ya The weed broke down like a transmission The choppers spin 'em around like a ballerina Bitch I'm still spitting like I ate a jalapeno I'm from uptown, my bitch from Argentina My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena Stunt so hard it's all y'all fault And when it come to beef give me A-1 sauce I ain't worrying about shit everything paid out You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade house With a high yellow thick bitch with her legs out Cash Money President but we in the Red House Who the fuck want it? Name a fucking day I blow your candles out, now nigga cut the cake I gotta eat bitch, like a runaway Ya'll niggas ain't eating stomach-ache Ok all these bitches and niggas still hatin I used to be ballin but now I'm Bill Gatin Fuck her with my iPhone bumpin' illmatic I'm on the road to riches. It's just a lil traffic Hair still platted fuckin is a habit Keep my guitar hip hop Lenny Kravitz Bunch of bad bitches and I fuck 'em like rabbits Dope dick Weezy, your girlfriends an addict Uh [Outro] DJ Rockstar, DJ Ill Will We got the internet on lock