Lil Wayne — Put Some Keys On That

[Intro] Weed and syrup is the combination And the inspiration is you pussy-ass niggas I just realized y'all can't fuck with me And you never will, bitch-ass niggas Weezy F. Baby, believe that Haha, yeah [Verse] I got them 24-inches, sitting on them Joe Buddens And the trunk straight jumping, bitch, I can't hear nothing Or I might do the Spurs, sitting on them Tim Duncans And in that Lamborghini, I do donuts like Dunkins How come every bad bitch with a pussy wanna fuck him? But I just feed 'em drugs and just watch 'em fuck each other My neck was a hundred, and my wrist was another It make her pussy wet, I leave that bitch with a puddle I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I should rap with a muzzle Peyton Manning flow: I just go, no huddle Baby girl getting straight dick, no cuddle You know I'm out this world, I just bought a space shuttle— I'ma put some D's on that bitch And these hoes starting to get like fleas on my shit Have you seen her? Who? Nina, she's on my hip Yellow-white diamonds, call it "cheese on them grits" You niggas ain't balling Real talk, you niggas can't guard me Two niggas can't guard me, you looking at Jordan From the side, like Spike at the Garden I got the hardest bars, call me the warden Yeah, excuse me, pardon I break a bitch down like Tonya Harding Bitch, I'm col', not dude off Martin Pockets just fat like the Klumps and Norbit Bitch, I'm fly like a magic carpet And bitch, I'm fresh like a pack of Orbit See, I'ma take it and go bring it back to New Orleans And bitch, I'ma shine in the land of darkness In which I'ma grind 'til my stacks is tall as a wall is And I'm high, don't wan' know how deep the fall is No, I can't come down And every time I send my girl out of town— I put some keys on that bitch I'm a certified gangsta Haters make me nauseous, the money make me anxious Listen how my words are poetic like Langston Dreads down my back like I come straight from Kingston But I come from Hollygrove, seventeen, danger zone So many C-notes, I can sing a song T-top coupe, looking like a thong Your girl love my dick, she treats it like a bong I don't wan' be right if gettin' high is wrong My eyes so low, I look like I'm from Hong Kong Boy, I got more green than the Bishop Don Juan OK, I'm not a rookie, I'm a pro... -methazine fiend Make the homies say, "Ho!" and make all the girlies scream I am a vegetarian, man, I only eat beats Wear a lot of carats, and I smoke the best greens No beef in my grocery bag Just some Swishers and a whole bunch of cans of whoop-ass, ha I'm strapped, like a bookbag So anyone of y'all can come on and get a foot tag D.O.A., ride all night Sleep, no way—sleep when I lay Six feet deep, and until that day I'ma be living like it is that day Yeah, I keep holding on I said, "Bitch, I been hot; bitch, the stove been on" If you don't like it, I roll over and roll along Fuck you and the horse that you rode in on Yeah, some cool shorts and my Kobes on Looking slicker than the lane that you bowling on If they ain't tell you I'm the shit, then they told you wrong Bitch, I'm bubbling like soda foam in a Styrofoam... cup You know what's in my styrofoam? "What?" S-Y-R-up! That's my car, yup—Vrooommmmm! Errr! I'm gone