Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
Matthew Testa
Matthew Testa
Engineer
Manny Galvez
Manny Galvez
Engineer
Jason Delattiboudere
Jason Delattiboudere
Assistant Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Thomas McLaren
Thomas McLaren
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

M-M-M-Murda I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh All this cocaine got me actin' white You could ask Jada Pinkett, nigga, I'm a legend You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend She said I got a vanilla aftertaste Cut his face, let him use his blood for his aftershave Harrell Park, it ain't nothin' like South Park Pistol whip you 'til you know the serial number by heart Sit the chop' on top your nose, if you sneeze, I squeeze (smoke) Got them extra extendos, call them Eazy-Es Uzis, .223s, TECs, semi-automatic, reflex Bullet ain't got no name, but these no-names ain't got no respect Put some respect on my name, don't know where I got that from Mad scientist in this bitch, don't even know what I'm mad for Whoo, 'cause it's hard to ignore the bullshit when it can't flush Whoo, tryna dodge and duck, but you can't duck, nigga, blaow Stunt, stunt, real deal Had the MAC-11, real, real Had to send your ass, the real deal Had to send your ass, the real deal Had to line 'em up, yeah, line 'em up You niggas quack me up, bah Daffy, Donald Duck (yeah, yeah) Stunt, stunt, real deal Had the MAC-11, real, real Had to send your ass, the real deal Had to send your ass, the real deal I had to line 'em up, I'ma nine 'em up These niggas crack me up, brrah Better Donald Duck Gas 'em up, I'ma fire 'em up, yeah Pack 'em up, I'ma pile 'em up, yeah Line 'em up, yeah, sign 'em up, yeah Line 'em up, I'm anonymous Leave out this bitch, comin' back with the dogs I'm comin' back with the dogs Go at my neck, I comin' back at your skull (gone) I'm comin' back with her drawers Come back with the bag, the package and all, yeah I put the stash in the wall 30-round dick, I'm jackin' it off, yeah 'Til ain't no more jacks in the cards Aces and Kings, blackest of hearts I played the hands I was taught Family man, your family involved, damn Family tree, branches gon' fall Actin' the ass, no actin' at all, no All of the cameras is off You fucked up the deal, look back at the mall, huh We dunk on 'em, back in the form I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh All this cocaine got me actin' white Ask Jada Pinkett, I'm a legend You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend Stunt, stunt, real deal Had the MAC-11, real, real Had to send your ass, the real deal Had to send your ass, the real deal I had to line 'em up, yeah, sign 'em up These niggas quack me up (quack me up) Better Donald Duck (yeah, yeah) Line 'em up, sign 'em up I'ma grind 'em up, I'ma fire 'em up Smoke, smoke (gas 'em up), smoke, smoke (pile 'em up) Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke Huh, huh, line 'em up, huh, blaow Smokin', Donald Duck I see you backin' up You better Donald Duck You niggas crack me up You better Donald Duck, blaow, blaow Line 'em up You better Donald Duck, yeah Gas 'em up, and I'ma fire 'em up, yeah Pack 'em up, and I'ma pile 'em up, smoke Funeral
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Shane Lindstrom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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