Lyrics

[Verse 1: Will] Back in the club and Luigi's got the booze Try to fuck with us and you'll make the news I'm slutty with the hoes but you know I got style I rep my main boy 'cause he's got a cute smile You didn't hear wrong, Luigi's got a great smile I swear to fuckin' God, man, he's got a great smile I don't have to worry 'bout Luigi on a trial 'Cause even in the prison, he's hella fertile You can doubt my boy, but he's pretty homicidal Bitches on the street tell me "find him in the Bible" Hangin' on a cross, he'll be waitin' for revival Bitch mob [Verse 2: James] You know my man Luigi lusts after Daisy Sometimes I think that he's goin' crazy Say, "forget the babes, it's time to get wavy" Next thing you know, we're feelin' pretty hazy Sittin' in the pickup truck, blastin' Brad Paisley Cops rollin' up and I don't even give a shit 'Cause you know the pigs are all faggot hypocrites So I split the scene and start trippin' off the lean [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Puh-puh for-for breakfast, that's how I start my day My dick is a pen, it's written all over her face I put my tongue in her mouth, I make them puh lips drool She got that junk in her trunk, you know I like junk food I tell her like this, life is good, your puh better I put on that magnum, like a gold medal And if it's sweet then Imma eat it 'til I get sugar diabetes I'm a blood and she anemic