Hittas

Is it true you performed With Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards? I don't know, but I know I did perform at this Bad ass bitch birthday party recently, she's crazy stupid thick Mack in here Pooh in here Scoob in here with me Tell them h- get they mind right Tell them n- back up Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups? Used the rope to hang myself to tie a money bag up Tell 'em get they iron right before Iron-Man come Tell 'em bring my car around Tell 'em b- lap up I'ma cut this music down Tell 'em put they apps up Tell 'em throw they pride out Roll the windows back up Money in the air, who say white men can't jump? Catch that n- late night on the phone at a gas pump Let me get the phone and the car once it's gassed up AK-47 make a sittin' duck stand up I could let it blast, but I much rather have one Tell 'em bring my car around Tell 'em b- lap up Then them h- get passed down Then them h- get passed up Sittin' on this money to me feel like a cactus I'm stickin' to this sh- You woulda better not hop yo' a- up Tell 'em, I got hittas woadie (hittas woadie) I got, yeah, I got plenty woadie I got hittas woadie (hittas woadie) I got, yeah, I got plenty woadie (plenty woadie) I got hittas woadie Yeah, I got plenty woadie And they just wait for the word This sh- like Wheel of Fortune Damn, these snitches nosy Damn, these snitches nosy N-, I'm a ass with that semi Call me semicolon Yeah, I got hittas woadie Yeah, I got plenty woadie They kick the door and kill yo' a- and leave the children snoring I'm sippin' lean out a glass Make me feel important I made some green in the past and now it's good as golden Yeah Clearly, Lil Wayne answers to no one I got hittas, woadie I got, yeah, I got plenty, woadie (plenty woadie) I got hittas, woadie (hittas woadie) I got, yeah, I got plenty woadie I'm so lifted, I'm so lifted I wrote my will in hieroglyphics (in hieroglyphics) (Weezy, where you been? The people miss you) Crickets I got hittas and they not kidders That's my n- You got n- but they not hittas They got jitters, they get hit up I'm placin' figures on your n- Takin' bidders, yo' bae, yo' n- Don't make a difference I got shooters, on pharmaceuticals They armed and brutal Armed intruders, 'cause we don't doodle We draw conclusions I got sprayers, all type of sprayers We gon' need Google I got paper, on top of paper We gon' need rulers I'm effective, been doin' numbers since Roman numerals Strong as sumo, we armed as usual My hittas hungry, Charleston Chew you Bazookas chew you, just like Bazookas Don't confuse 'em We only hittas, y'all only humans Don't get hit up, woadie 'Cause I got hittas woadie He's a very smart child And I just said he was a genius, you know what I'm sayin'? Which I used to pray, and ask the Lord to send me one You know, he did He's so smart, I can't teach him nothin' He's done been here before