Lil Wayne — Gumbo

[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, Jamie Foxx & Lil Jon] Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here? We been out here Gangsta, Gangsta Gri-zillz! 6 shit Quality street music! (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Never 'bout a bitch, it's 'bout a check, my nigga Never 'bout the bitch, about to check my nigga, that's my nigga! Make me do construction in your section, nigga Rari' doin' donuts, that's my breakfast, nigga Okay, you got soldiers, I got veterans, nigga And I got that white like One Direction nigga, Kesha, nigga Only God can judge you, I must sentence you to death, my nigga Yeah, and you are not a topic in my section, nigga Math teacher taught me how to count my fucking blessings, nigga Got married to the fucking mob when I met it, nigga Everybody cried at my motherfucking wedding, nigga Everybody 5 in my motherfucking section, nigga Hoodybaby 6, so numbers lying in my sections, nigga Still got them Bloods, like a vessel nigga, that's right, nigga Tell a blind nigga, "Watch your step, my nigga" Left-right, nigga, whoa, I let my niggas glow My niggas don't speak, "Bap, bap, bap", quote, un-quote Never had cold feet, stepping out moving snow Cut the heads off the sheep and sit 'em all around the GOAT O-M-W, BMW, N-E-W I got that R-A-W, for the L-O-W That's non-refundable, that's L-A-W And we hate deductibles, like police hate untouchables They see me in a car then they F-O-L-L-O-W I drive S-L-O-W, with that B-L-O-W I like it very colorful when it come to my jungle juice I'm out here yelling "Fuck a truce!" If he gon' act like Mother Goose, whoa It's never 'bout the kids, about the pets, my nigga, no It's right between the ears, above the neck, my nigga, whoa It's very quiet, when you hear the weapons, nigga, shh They verify you by your dental records, nigga 6 shit [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] Fuck the city up, and I got the glizzy tucked (Baow!) Dick hanging from the mop, look like a billy club Fliest niggas from the city, bitch, that's really us (geah!) You pussies talking, boo! boo! boo!, now you really fucked Ridin' in the range with Maine, we switch lanes (Maine!) With my bottom bitch, walked the beach in Biscayne (Rrah!) Real P shit, that's that M.O.B. shit Look at me now, these pussies said I wasn't gon' be shit (Ah!) Yeah, got a homie named Trel from Hoover, he might shoot you Red rag hangin' out my right pocket, but I'll blues you (Doot!) When them roosters touch down We make them bitches cock-a-doodle (Woo-woo!) Take a shot at me over a beat, bitch, I'ma shoot you Got a bitch named Vicky, she pretty, she keep me stiffy Glock .40 in her purse, don't tempt me, her finger itchy (Ayy) She ride so I keep her with me, she shy, but not with that glizzy She high from hittin' the blizzy, eyes red like Trippie (Trippie!) Hoody rollin' up, that boy smoke like a hippie (Hippie!) Fill my double cup up with mud, that's right, I'm sipping Yeah, retarded with it, I just might be the hardest with it And you a rat, you be politickin' with the Sarge, Lieutenant Fuck all you bitches! Gudda! [Outro: Lil Wayne] Six shit Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah