How I Feel

Oh shit, nigga. Yeah. Cha-cha. Ha And this is-Who? Who? Weezy F. And Young Fell, nigga. Damn right, nigga. Damn right, We here. Damn right, nigga. The Drop niggas. Okay. All in your ears. Okay. Party is up. Let's go. Let's go. I need it in my life, but your boy Not juvie. Four-time felon, been sellin' since a Juvie. And no, you fuckers can't move me. I let the fifth biggie a nigga, leave his T-shirt juicy. So now y'all see how I was given the Name. My league gave me five keys, I was Given the game. While y'all tryna get in the Game, I cook crack, flip that, Big stacks and cop ten of them things. Give me that. I been in the range to Put somethin' up in his brains. Leave his shit on the front of his Range. Whoa. It's no game, lame, stay the fuck back, Or get chop-chopped like I'm shavin' up crack. I'm blazin' up stress for that stress y'all cause. I feel a lot of niggas bitch, so I Undress y'all boys. I suggest that y'all adjust y'all thoughts, or my Friends from the desert will adjust y'all parts. Drop niggas. You don't know, nigga. Okay, okay, okay, okay. How I feel, what I did to them highs. Make him script your name across this nine, And I'll give you the whole magazine. You don't know, nigga. Come on, come on. How I feel, and what to God on them Highs. Make him script your name across this nine, And I'll you the whole magazine. I teach you how to stunt, but your boy Not 50. Got fifty and a gun, tell your Boy get with me. A vest can't help the pump that I empty. You gon' really need a unit for this G. I ain't with Niffia no more, I want Kelis. I leave a bitch-ass nigga Braveheart in the streets. A milkshake bring this boy right to the yard. And I take your one mic and I leave With your broad. Yeah, Weezy gone hard, Don't move me. Don't fuck with Stunna, Don't fuck with Juve. Cash Money, Young Money, it's a movie. Y'all lil' niggas too fake, it's a movie. Cut. Young Wayne so buck. I just can't let a nigga, so I aim At a nigga. Hey. You better come if you comin', motherfucker, 'cause your boy is a beast and you look Yummy, motherfucker. You don't know, Okay, okay, okay, How feel, what did to God on them highs. Make him script your name across this nine, And I'll you the whole magazine. Don't know, nigga. Come on, come on, come on. How I feel, and what I did to God Them highs. Make him script your name across this Nine, and I'll give you the whole magazine. Hey, yo, pop that nigga, boy, kill that bitch. I said rock and roll niggas can't rock like This. I said heavy metal Weezy let the couture Spit. I say I'm ridin' with his people on Some what-up shit. I say what up, Bitch? I'm like what up wit'? Your clique, my goon squad hit your hood up Quick. I what up, sip, and I wait for You niggas to escape for your shit. You can't what up with. I say I'm good up in any city Little Weezy stand up in any hood I ever stood Up in. And a assault rifle bullet stood up Him. Then they leave you on your back with Your foot up him. Charge bombin' in the truck You can cook up in. I'm the Birdman Junior, I say look up, Bitch. Soon as your boy look up, yep, I Took your bitch. Come and follow and get some Of that bloo-clot shit. You don't know, nigga. Okay, okay. How I feel, and what I did To God on them highs. Make him script your name across this nine, And I'll give you the whole magazine. You don't nigga. Come on, come on, come on. How I feel, what I did to on them Highs. Make him script your name across this nine, And I'll give you the whole magazine. You al--you already know. Yeah, yeah, you already know. Yeah, It's the motherfuckin' Young Wayne. Birdman Jr. Shake, shake. Yeah, my nigga Young Fell. My nigga Young Re-Up. Young Money. Got more in the trap. Young Cash do the math. Birdman, it's like that. I got y'all. I got balls. That's the bars on the track. And we does it like that. I put your bitch on the track. Yeah. If she gon' get that dough. Yeah. Y'all send me over here. I give up, daddy. I swear to God, man, I give up, man. I'm done, bitch. What your name, daddy? Lil Wayne. Motherfucker. Alright.