[Thugga - Verse 1]
I pop some Percocets
Then I pop some Xanax

Sitting back, strapped, @@#!ed
Plotting on your man next
Jack a ^!$$% for his work

And stretch it like some Spandex
He hesitate, I spray and leave him
Like a Tampex ? oops, I meant a Tampax

(*##$, I keep that anthrax
I can get your man wacked, for a couple Tan packs
Shoot off your Sedan lap

^!$$%, I demand stacks
I ain't playing, black
(*##$, I be spraying Macks


All type of guns with accessories
I'm like Cosby for the bills

I need mills like Stephanie
P-ssy ^!$$%s can't stand next to me
I've got dope and ecstasy

Keep em floating like both of the levees breached
80s baby but my soul from the 70s
Worldwide game like a travelled the 7 seas

^!$$%s ain't OG, scary lil (*##$, please
Tune ate p-ssy in the can: Frisky


[Raw Dizzy]
I got 10 up on my pinky ring and 20 on my bracelet
Now these ^!$$%s kissing $$#, but they can't say %#@!

I'm just here to separate the real from the fake %#@!
I told you, I was coming n I'm sorry for the wait
I gotta get this money

Mane, it's right here in my face
I got the Devil on my back
I don't wanna be up in that place

My mom tell me to be safe
I just keep running in these streets
I can't stop f-ckin with these hoes

But I say I'm just doing me
(*##$, I'm a 9th Ward ^!$$%
Mason street, D&G

That Flordia right by the D they need to free my ^!$$% B
I ain't the type of person to be running from no beef
Those f-cking guns are gonna be bursting

Somebody knocked off their feet
So watch your f-cking mouth
Before you end up on that floor and stop

Acting like you're hard cause
You know you've been a ho
I told you out the gate I'm not the fake

I gotta say it, please excuse
Almost forgot I'm all Dizzy by the way


[Flow]
Money over (*##$es, (*##$ I'm coming for the check
Vampire living, (*##$ I'm coming for your neck

Raw! I'm sharp, my swagger like an X
I'm a motherf-cking monster
I rap like I'm possessed

Call me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a paper
The game is a (*##$, hold her down and rape her
Yes I am a Blood but I be wylin' with my skaters

We probably smoking flavors bumping Tyler the Creator
I'm a Eastside native, all my ^!$$%s Soo Woopin'
They went crazy when they heard I had a song

With Lil Tunechi, (*##$!
Get some ice and pour my Sprite
And light my bong and my doobies

F-ck your producer
I'm the one that be producing my music
I'm a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot

Pot is in me
Drop ya like an Autobot
Sleeping on me like I'm rapping with a blanket

Kill a ^!$$% have him thinking that he planking

[Lil Wayne]
All-red plaid shirt, skinny $$# jeans on
Them goons at your front door, choppers out: "ding dong!"

Didn't I change the game and put my motherf-cking team on
Now let my chopper ring
"Baka!" is my ringtone
F-ck you ho-ass ^!$$%s, I get money and get over hoes
We hold court with them heaters

"Pop!" case open/closed
Looking for a (*##$ to hop up on my totem pole
And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed ? Oreos
I get loaded til I motherf-cking overload
Been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic's clothes

Ask them (*##$es, I told em hoes
They back it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx Tale closure tho
Lighter in my pocket, light the sky rocket
Pull em hammers out and run them ^!$$%'s like Stocktons
Got some ^!$$%s from my city

Thugga, Dizzy, Flow
Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, beyotch!