Lil Wayne — Big Bad Wolf

[Intro: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne] I'ma just leave this right here The greatest mixtape series of all time Uh-uh-uh-mmmm Care to debate me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, sick shit I thought so [Verse] Keep that shit on Twitter, y'all ain't lit, y'all litter Keep that shit in your shitter, or eat that shit, don't spit up, rrr! Keep my bad bitch did up, keep my main bitch put up Watchin' me do push-ups She was playin' with herself and I looked up, damn Your thot need to get her look up, ugh You're plottin' on me, my foot up, ugh Your squad ain't hard, that's cushion, ugh That ain't sauce, that's pudding, ugh Tunechi 'cross her bosom, damn Shooting up the jurors, damn Don't name my pistol, I named the trigger "Benjamin Button," push him, bam! Y'all just pussy, get buried together and let 'em play footsie Y'all just wussy, I got some bullies Gon' pull up in hoodies and come take a look-see Better play hooky, I got some hookers hookin' up with politicans And some athletes, and some college niggas Send your missus on all kind of missions I'm the sickest nigga skippin' doctors visits But my pots is pissy, smokin' hockey sticky Put a stockin' on my face and hit a lick and When the shit get ugly, I go Pretty Ricky I don't fuck with rats, neither Minnie, Mickey I don't fuck with cops, that's the piggly-wiggly Fuck my bitches' friends, and they friendly-friendly While your bitch is giving me her twenty-twenty Like she tired of Mickey-D's, Wendy's, Denny's Like she tired of Macy's, J.C. Penney's I got bitches gettin' tired of spendin', spend it If we winning, win it I know dreamchasers that ain't never dreamt it So I had to tint it and I had to rim it And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny It's the Blood gang, it's the money gang Red rags to riches, need happy endings Then it's back to business, and we laugh at sentencing Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses Hungry artist or a starving artist In the kitchen, restaurant, and cafeterias Don't make a difference if you taste the difference Better pay the difference to the racketeerers Now your good luck looking like you cracking mirrors Now the artificial become sacrificial That's a body count, where the mathematician? Where the wettest clitoris and fattest nipples? With an ass that jiggle with a grab or tickle With a throat deep enough to land a missile If your nigga miss you and he have opinions Tell him two cents is only half a nickel Now we at his villa aiming at his pillows Hair triggers, fingers finna act like bristles And the cash, it triple; flip, kick, jiujitsu Throwing pool parties, she don't have a swimsuit Neither of her friends do, I think that's official Got my neighbor's eyes bigger than The Simpsons And her man a simper, so I had to pimp her And she had potential but he lacked credentials So give me a sec, I'll go at your neck And send you back lookin' like the Dracula bit you, rrr! Yeah, cannibalism, going animalistic in a land of civilians These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons Once they dead and gone, no paraphernalia When she left her thong, that's paraphernalia Sound familiar? My plug Sicilian He the one who told me that sometimes You gotta leave your la familia behind the millions Rhyme or reason, I'm the reason Got their eyes wide, but too blind to see it With friends like those It make me text all my enemies and tell 'em I don't need 'em Hallelujah, power intruders Bitch walking 'round my house like Hooters Towel user, power user Molly mixed with white girl, Molly/Susan Niggas talking out their bowel movers Turn their homies into flower choosers Turn your kids into father choosers Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar I'm a silent shooter with a silent shooter Clap at you, if you don't die, I'll boo you Tell a doc that's tryna save your life And running wires through you, he could die next to ya, rrr! I'ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter Let her partner shoot it We put out the movie, win awards She got a Golden Globe head and an Oscar booty Niggas prostituting These rappers ain't talkin' 'bout shit, not even 'bout pollution Ain't got a house to live in, ain't got a pool to swim in Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it En route to Houston with the contribution Full of Monster juices, Mazda too slow Macho, Cujo, macho mucho Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow, rrr! I got a Greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo Just follow the coupe, ho, and I know that you know I'm hotter than soup, she still swallow my soup bowl I'm out of my loophole, you out of the loop though Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode The power to do so, my pockets is sumo Getting the mula by the minuto Mafia Nouveau, I am the uno Real boss nigga, should model for Hugo Fuck with me, I go Lollapaloo-zo Pull up, trigger finger, holler, and pull-o Pow-pow-pow, sound like a symphony Or opera, two-door, hitting some new notes And I am the maestro, and you just a typo Private flight, don't fly in too low I'm wiser than you know, a private school flow I got me a new ho, and now it's a duo One went to college and one went to JuCo I had to ask 'em, "What's four plus two, though?" Rrr! [Outro] My ultimate basketball dream team The starting five would most likely be umm Of course I'ma have to start with Kobe Bryant, umm This gone take a minute, umm, Chris Paul Uhh, Shaquille O'Neal, LeBron James And umm, oh you know I'm gon say Steph Curry, hehe, Steph Curry You already know that's my starting five, I got money on them Holla at ya boy