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Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at The Country Music Awards? I don't know, but I know I did perform At this badass bitch birthday party recently. She was crazy, stupid thick. Mack in here. Over here, Scooby here with me. Tell them hoes get they mind right. Tell them niggas back up. Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, Do you have cups? Use the rope to hang myself, to tie a Money bag up. Tell them get they iron right, before Iron Man Come. Tell them bring my car around, tell them Bitches lap up. I'ma cut this music down, tell them put they Apps up. Tell them throw they pride out, Roll the windows back up. Money in the air, who said white men can't Jump? Catch that nigga late night on the phone At a gas pump. Let me get the phone And the car, once it's gassed up. AK47 make a sitting duck stand up. I could let it blast, but I'd much rather Have one. Tell them bring my car around, Tell them bitches lap up. Then them hoes get passed down, then them hoes Get passed up. Sitting on this money, To me feel like a cactus. I'm sticking to this shit, you would've been a Hop your ass up. Tell them I got hitters, Wodie. I got... Yeah, I got plenty, wodie. I got hitters, wodie. I got... Yeah, I got plenty, wodie. I got hitters, wodie. Yeah, I got plenty, wodie. And they just wait for the word, this shit Like wheel of fortune. Goddamn these snitches nosy. Goddamn these snitches nosy. Nigga I'm a S with that semi, call me Semicolon. Yeah, I got hitters, Wodie. Yeah, I got plenty, wodie. They kick the door and kill your ass and Leave your children snoring. I'm sipping lean out a glass, make me feel Important. I made some green in the past, Not as good as golden. Yeah. Clearly, Lil Wayne answers to no one. Yeah, got these niggas dead, wanna bust a nigga Head for no reason. I hitters, wodie. I got... Yeah, I got plenty, wodie. I got hitters, wodie. I got... Yeah, I got plenty, wodie. I'm so lifted, I'm so lifted. I wrote my will in hieroglyphics. Weezy, where you been? The people miss you. Crickets. I got hitters, and they not kidders. That's my niggas, you got niggas, but they not Hitters. They got jitters, they get hit up. I'm placing figures on your niggas, Taking bidders. Your bae, your niggas, Don't make a difference. I got shooters on pharmaceuticals. They armed and brutal, want intruders. 'Cause we don't doodle, we draw conclusions. I got sprayers, all type of sprayers. We gon' need Google. I got paper on top Of paper. We gon' need rulers. I'm effective, been doing numbers since Roman Numerals. Strong as sumo, we armed as usual. My hitters hungry, charged and chew you. Bazookas chew you, just like bazookas. Don't confuse them, we only hitters. Y'all only humans, don't get hit up, wodie. 'Cause I got hitters, wodie. Yeah, Got these niggas dead, wanna bust a nigga head For no reason. He's a very smart child, and I just say He was a genius, you know what I'm saying? Which I used to pray and ask the Lord To send me one, you know, and He did. He said, "He's so smart, I, I can't teach Him nothing. He's, he done been here before."