[Intro - Gudda Gudda]
Gudda!


[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda]
Okay, I'm sippin on the syrup
Got a ^!$$% moving slow

I'm all about the money
What the $#&@ you think I do it for?
(*##$ don't act like you don't know

I'm killing all these rap ^!$$%s
Custom made casket for your mother$#&@in' funerals
Keep the women with me

%#@! I gotta keep like two or more
Party everyday like we won the $#&@ing Superbowl
Chillin wit my ^!$$% Mack, he keep (*##$es handy

White girl on the table, let 'em sniff the nose candy
When I'm walking by the women say "Who is that ^!$$%?"
I reply: "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda, that ^!$$%"

I was raised in the home of the Cap Splitters
Whip on 24's, watch it crawl like a caterpillar
I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal

And you's a mother$#&@in' duck, Daffy Dill
I'm from the school of Hard Knocks, where we scrap and kill
Pick the knife or gun and you can get the package deal

I'm hot ^!$$%, burning everything around me
I was lost for a minute, took a while but I found me
The streets say I'm King, but the game will never crown me

Realist ^!$$% doin' it, just ask the ^!$$%s around me
So you can't size me up or try to clown uh
Shark in the water, jump in and I'mma drown ya

New Orleans ^!$$%, gun out, I'mma down ya
Put ^!$$%s to sleep like a mother$#&@in' downer
I'm a Great White, you's a flounder

Fish and a (*##$, I tuna everything around ya
U-Haul Gudda, moving everything around ya
It's Young Money (*##$

At the top is where they found us ^!$$%

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]

Uhh, goons on deck
Marley don't shoot 'em
Silence on the gun

Watch a ^!$$% mute 'em
The coach in the booth
Call me Jon Gruden

School these ^!$$%s, they all my students
All jokes aside, I ain't playin' witcha
The weed broke down, like a transmission

The Choppa spin him round, like a ballerina
(*##$ I'm still spittin' like I ate a Jalapeno
I'm from Uptown, my (*##$ from Argentina

My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
Stunt so hard, it's all y'all fault
And when it come to beef, give me A1 Sauce

I ain't worryin' 'bout %#@!, everything paid out
You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade's house
With a high yellow thick (*##$, with her legs out

Cash Money President but we in a red house
Who the $#&@ want it? Make my $#&@in' day
I blow your candles out, now ^!$$% cut the cake

I gotta eat (*##$, like a run-away
Y'all ^!$$%s ain't eatin', stomach ache
Okay, all these (*##$es and ^!$$%s still hatin'

I used to be ballin', but now I'm Bill Gatein'
$#&@in' with my iPhone, bumpin' Illmatic
I'm on the road to riches, there's just a lil traffic

Hair still platted, thuggin' is a habit
Keep my guitar, Hip Hop Lenny Kravitz
Bunch of bad (*##$es and I $#&@ 'em like rabbits

Dope dick Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict
Uhhh
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