Let Do It

(Fuck that) got T in dis ** wit me (yeah)

5th hit the ** (you got all that ** yeah)

I got young money up and now I got my feet up

Toon in dis ** tell my ** throw dem b's up

Doin wat the ** I want hate me all the ** you want

Real ** ** wit me and I dont give a ** who dont

Locked the CEO up and I'm the CEO **

Prison in feburary and I aint in no rush

Drink till I throw up ** roll mo blunts

Ball so hard man I gotta go pro once

Hit him wit the shotgun call that ** the stop button

Call me doctor car-ter aka young wild **

Aka no trial ** AK click clack bow **

**in wit the kid and you'll be missin like balow **

yeah swagga stupid pack a uzi

100 clips ** thats a movie aim at yo toupe

You sweet as kool-aid creme' brulee

I'm sharp as blue ray I ** her today

Then she gotta skate young Lupe

I hit the beat hard bobby boucher

I keep them tools on me get the screw face

Flowers for the dead here's a bouquet

LV's ** on every suitcase

YM ** it's a new day

We the champions ** hoo-ray

Hammer in the louie duff

Take a ** ** she give me brains until I knew enough

Bullets come too fast to adjust

I dont give a ** about my roof that much

So I put it in the trunk and then the coupe sped up

Take the choppa out the trunk and just shoot that up

Im weezy f and the f is for flame

Eat these rappers chef up the game

** on the track ** on the train

Murder the beat the beat was slain

Rest in peace thats a shame he kill anybody song

Versatile as ** I switch it up like dennis rodman dome

No homo you rock and roll rest in peace my styrofoam

Now they wan kno wat I be on

Get the ** off my ** my ** my balls

B-big money my pockets long new orleans I got my home

And they got my back pause no homo no mardi call

Smokin on that private grown it put me were I belong

All about my cheese cheddar mozarella provolone

** her for a hour long let her take a shower gon'

Sorry baby but I'm in my I don't wan' be by the zone

yeah hah you're a groupie get on yo duty

Two women give me head call that two face

** I'm too great take ya food tray I was born on doomsday

Uh a-aint no ** like me

Whats up to my gang big b's like a brightland

Take a ** ** she ride my ** like she cyclin'

Then she can't walk run or jump like white men

F-fuck you ** wan' do

No ceilings let the bullets rain on you

Weezy f the f is for ** what you goin thru

Make ya people mourn you haha okay lets do it