Let Do It

Ooh, L-Don Fuck that Don in this bitch with me Fuq', hit the weed You got all that shit, E-I? Uh I got Young Money up, and now I got my feet up Tune in this bitch, tell my niggas throw them B's up Doing what the fuck I want, hate me all the fuck you want Real niggas fuck with me and I don't give a fuck who don't Lock the CEO up, and I'm the CEO, fuck Prison in February, and I ain't in no rush Drink 'til I throw up, nigga, roll more blunts Ball so hard, man, I gotta go pro once Hit 'em with the shotgun, call that shit the stop button Call me Doctor Carter, AKA "Young Wild Nigga" AKA "No Trial Nigga", AK click-clack, pow nigga Fucking with the kid and you'll be missing like Bilal, nigga Yeah, swagger stupid, pack a Uzi Hundred clips, nigga? That's a movie, aim at your toupee You sweet as Kool-Aid, creme brulée I'm sharp as Blu-ray, I fuck 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 L.V.'s, nigga, on every suitcase Y.M., nigga, it's a new day We the champions, nigga, hoo-ray Yeah, hammer in the Louis duff Take a nigga bitch, she gave me brains until I knew enough Bullet come too fast to adjust I don't give a fuck 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 Shit on the track, shit on the train Murder the beat, the beat was slain Rest in peace, that's a shame, he kill anybody's song Versatile as fuck, 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 fuck off my dick, my cock, 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 Fuck 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" Bitch I'm too great, take your food tray, I was born on doomsday Uh, ain't no nigga like me What's up to my gang, big B's like a Breitling Take a nigga bitch, she ride my dick like she cycling Then she can't walk, run, or jump, like white men Uh, f-fuck you niggas wanna do? No Ceilings, let the bullets rain on you Weezy F, the 'F' is for "Fuck what you're goin' through" Make your people mourn you Haha, okay let's do it (let's do it)