Weezy F. Baby (Mr. Biggs)

Lyrics

[Verse] Nigga I'm young as a muhfucka But money a muhfucka Young Money muthafucka, get it in blood puddles Shit, I'm in the south where we living in mud puddles Shit is a drug struggle when you niggas upping prices I hug the Glock like a turnbuckle Can't get stop by the vices, no license Rolling like dices on the streets Where the odds is high Where the crime is life And the life is time, and the time is jail And in the jail you stressin' The judge probably hit me with an algebraic expression But I get away free like Ocean's Eleven And I motion the metal, like a pro-fe-ssional And when I'm rolling especially, like a pimp suppose to Watch how you sit down, something's in that sofa If she with me, you know that something's in that ho bra She's a foreigner so she say coca I get broke off and they get brok-er They like so what, I'm like so when? We gon' know then how the turn in turn out 'Cause we gon' shoot back till the burners burn out Till the burning burn down every house the block hold I'm hollering at you niggas with every shot the Glock hold You can't see me, there's a thousand blindfolds And my mind state is put a thousand on top of those Chea, I do school and do lunch at Pappadeaux's They want beef, I turn that to that to sloppy joes Copy cats brrrrrrat, copy those Had a strong relationship with expensive clothes This stuntin' shit is extensive and intense Like pulling up in something Americans can't invent Chea, I make them fall back, they gotta indent Like a paragraph, the first sentence, shit I'm way smarter man, I'm more gifted Straight from the womb to pro, prolific I'm so, I'm so so, I'm so lifted High in the sky, me and pops taking pictures That's my vision, until my vision is vivid I'ma give it all I got, we good jigga, you bitches