Young Carter, harder than a cooked quarter
Bitch, I'm bubblin' like ship water, yeah
It's gon' take a whole army to stop me
On Christmas mornin', give your momma your body, eh
We get loaves from Simon & Simon
Shit ain't got a damn thing to do with this rhymin'
Fuck you thought? We workin' like them Jamaicans
Find out who snitchin' and murder the information
I am that nigga, so follow my demonstration
Goddamn it, I'm in the building, get ready for renovation
Weezy Baby, the "F" is silent
It's money over bitches, and the rest is science
I'm a Southside rider (West Philly resider)
Ain't no practice (Money in the mattress)
Feds don't catch us ('Cause feds won't catch us)
Shit, we goin' out on stretchers (Come test us)
I'm a Southside rider (West Philly resider)
Ain't no practice (Money in the mattress)
Feds don't catch us ('Cause feds won't catch us)
Shit, we goin' out on stretchers (Come test us)
M.I.A., M.I.A., on our way to the motherfuckin' N.O
10-4, But I be on the lookout, Tune stuntin' with more
Fuckin' grills than a cookout, doin' that buck fifty
Sold her one thirty, keep your eyes on the birdy
We certainly ridin' dirty, Weezy F and say the motherfuckin'
Or your ass best better be duckin'
Get put over and I'm swallowin' more packs like dick suckin'
Balloons intact like Colombians, weaves intact
Look in the thong, got the bulk in the back
He got my down ass back, no bake involved
Bring it back to the oils and that shit get hard (Yeah, ah)
I'm a Southside rider (West Philly resider)
Ain't no practice (Money in the mattress)
Feds don't catch us ('Cause feds won't catch us)
Shit, we goin' out on stretchers (Come test us)
I'm a Southside rider (West Philly resider)
Ain't no practice (Money in the mattress)
Feds don't catch us ('Cause feds won't catch us)
Shit, we goin' out on stretchers (Come test us)
Yeah, money, money, yeah, we get money (Woo)
Gangsta, gangsta bitch, Clyde and Bonnie (Uh)
Fire the chronic, pour codeine in Hawaiian Punch
You niggas just lunch to the lion
I am two bars away from bein' sire
Bitches ain't fuckin' with Charlie neither
Call me Carter or Al-Qaeda
A motherfuckin' Southside rider, Young Weezy F
Got a nigga droppin' off his Benz to make amends (Ah)
Spins, coke, radio, rims, whatever wins (Nope)
Friends vibe, Bonnie and Clyde, bodies aside
We on the up and up, had ten, he doubled it up
20K pure white, baby, bubble it up
In Prada rental hundreds, and now they're fuckin' it up
Blow the re-up on a fall collection
Had 'em stressin' 'til I sexed the connect
And duct-taped him, fuck you expect? (Yeah)
I'm a Southside rider (West Philly resider)
Ain't no practice (Money in the mattress)
Feds don't catch us ('Cause feds won't catch us)
Shit, we goin' out on stretchers (Come test us)
I'm a Southside rider (West Philly resider)
Ain't no practice (Money in the mattress)
Feds don't catch us ('Cause feds won't catch us)
Shit, we goin' out on stretchers (Come test us)
Shout out to my man C.O, Joe Holiday
My man Raju, congratulations
Look out for his store, the Heartbeat
East Hartford
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