Let Do It

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

Tune in this b**h tell my ** throw them b's up

Doing what the f**k i want hate me all the f**k you want

Real ** f**k with me and i don't give a f**k who don't

Lock the ceo up and i'm the ceo f**k

Prison in february and i ain't in no rush

Drink 'til i throw up ** roll more blunts

Ball so hard man i gotta go pro once

Hit 'em with the shotgun call that ** the stop button

Call me doctor carter aka young wild **

Aka no trial ** ak click clack pow **

** with the kid and you'll be missing like bilal **

Yeah swagger stupid pack a uzi

Hundred clips ** that's a movie aim at your toupee

You sweet as kool aid creme brulee

I'm sharp as blu ray i f**k her today

Then she gotta skate — young lupe

I hit the beat hard — bobby boucher

I keep them tools on me get the screwface

Flowers for the dead here's a bouquet

Lv's ** on every suitcase

Ym ** it's a new day

We the champions ** hoo ray

Yeah hammer in the louis duff

Take a ** b**h she gave me brains until i knew enough

Bullet come too fast to adjust

I don't give a f**k about my roof that much

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

Take the chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up

I'm weezy f and the 'f' is for flame

Eat these rappers chef of the game

** on the track ** on the train

Murder the beat the beat was slain

Rest in peace that's a shame he kill anybody's song

Versatile as f**k i switch it up like dennis rodman's dome

No homo you rockin' wrong rest in peace my styrofoam

Now they wanna know what i be on

Get the f**k off my ** my c**k my bone

Big money my pockets long

New orleans i got my home

And they got my back pause; no homo no maricón

Smoking on that private grown it put me where i belong

All about my cheese; cheddar mozzarella provolone

F**k her for an hour long let her take a shower gone

Sorry baby but i'm in my i don't wanna be bothered zone

Yeah you're a groupie get on your duty

Two women give me head call that two face

B**h i'm too great take your food tray i was born on doomsday

Ain't no ** like me

What's up to my gang big b's like a breitling

Take a ** b**h she ride my ** like she cycling

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

F**k you ** wanna do

No ceilings let the bullets rain on you

Weezy f the 'f' is for f**k what you're goin' through

Make your people mourn you

Haha ok let's do it