[Verse1: Lil Wanye]
Gangsta Grillz ya !@$(s!


There's a couple married (*##$es in the building
$#&@ed them!
I get that ? I get that #~!!@

Nothing
I see you ^!$$%s got no life.. Sixth Sense
She said she wanna $#&@ my brains out

But she gonna have to suck this dick first! Preach!
She sat on my dick, she sat on my face
I told that (*##$ she got good seats

Man, these ^!$$%s softer than fleece
2-D ^!$$%s, and they obliques
You talked that %#@!, I knock you out, now go ahead and talk in your sleep

(*##$ you know the motto!
It's Young Money over hoes
Lying to these (*##$es, they call my dick Pinnochio

Gettin' to the money, now the money getting to me
She say vert-dick is hung like a jury
I'm on the track: DOA

Some of these ^!$$%s be DEA
Money tall: NBA
Broke ^!$$%s: SMA

Hit em like Canseco
But she be like ?No way Jose!?
I got all that white

What you call that? OKKK!
Every night I go hard
She like me like Boston George

She like it in her $$#, mouth and #~!!@
3 car garage!
These ^!$$%s is false alarms

They don't mean no $#&@in harm
Hey baby let's make a !@$^!
Ba-bum! Devil horns

You know that I ain't got no ceilings
The money changed me, I'm making chameleons
Only God can judge me, can't appeal it

In the name of the Father, Son, Holy Spirit
Amen!
Tell them alphabet boys it's a ?G? thing

I've got a street sweeper.. do you need your street cleaned?
Young Money (*##$! We colder than a ski team
Red beam, if you scared, mu$#&@a go to church!

Preach! Security breach
I'm on that grass harder than cleats
I'm on that gas, y'all on E

^!$$% my cash out of your reach
I run %#@! like the reverend
She get on her knees for this dick

Then swallow all of them blessings
Church!


[Verse2: Boo]
Just a way of life


Brought my mama a crib
Brought my daddy a car
Let him go free Tune

Now they think I'm a star
Damn I love this life wouldn't trade it for nothing
Most theses rappers is falling cause they ain't standing for nothing

I smoke that loud so I don't hear haters talking
Plus these (*##$es be stalking trying look for a fortune
In the Chi we say church when the #~!!@ gets purchase

Got a (*##$ so bad she make a player get nervous
Now good ain't good enough and my hood is hood as $#&@
I be praying for them shorties trynna get their dollars up

Swag so dope you probably think I'm dealing
And I only give head if baby girl swallow children
Boo ain't got a ghost and (*##$es still be catch the holy ghost

She say she want to get high I hit her with that overdose
Pimpin' so cold put that on my overcoat
Only ride foreign

We don't do 100 spokes
When broke ^!$$%s talk that's 100 jokes
Ha Laughing at you $#&@ boys
Skate gear I'm a truck boy
On my truck right I don't give a $#&@ boy