Lil Wyte Album

[No lyrics]

Why you in my face and you knowin' we ain't kool mayn (3X)
Why you in my face and you knowin' we ain't kool
Get the hell out my face before I catcha case (3x)
Mother f**k you punks why you all in my shit
you ain't shit you lucky your ass ain't already been hit
I been thinkin' bout takin' you out
and I ain't talkin' lunch you can figure it out
right after you finish eating this punch
and it ain't in a bowl served up with four boney knuckles
im a killa bitch mag 90 and ak are my uncles
we be clicked up ready to mash and dump on some bitches
choke that dick up you a hoe and I don't f**k wit snitches
we quick to kick there ass pussys put in a bad situation
im real mad and aggravated and haters pushing my patience
ima catch some murda charges somethin worse if you keep on talkin'
pop you once and hop in a 5.0 feelin not talkin'.
Why you in my face and you knowin' we ain't kool mayn (3X)
Why you in my face and you knowin' we ain't kool
Get the hell out my face before I catcha case (3x)

God Damn im sick and tired of it
I hate it
don't kill him i'll be waiting have some patience
f**k some patience run his ass up out the state
and whoop em before he leave this bitch
shoulda never deceived and shit
now he looken all stupid running clean up out his boundaries and shit
claimin Memphis holla loud askin what we be about
bitch im Frasier town and you don't even live in the dirty south
I dun caught a case or 2 no problem makin in 3
got this chopper in my lap feet hesitant when you know it's me
WYT to the motha f**kin E rules is hard in these Memphis streets
proven in the back part of the all black hood on the west side of these tenakee
im rowdy to the f**kin core
can tolerate haters but hate them hores
so get up out my face before I catch another case and you end up buried underneath the floor.
Why you in my face and you knowin' we ain't kool mayn (3X)
Why you in my face and you knowin' we ain't kool
Get the hell out my face before I catcha case (4x)

(DJ Paul)
Yeah...
Lil' Wyte...
HCP...
Hypnotize Mindz...
The One and Only, baby...
We got that candy round here...
Paint drippin wet round here...
Fresh to death on them folks...
Every time them girls see us...
They be like...
Oooh, it's wet...

I got that candy
(It's wet)
I got that candy
(It's wet)
I got that candy
(It's wet)
I got that candy
(Oooh, It's wet)
I got that candy drip, drippin' off the frame (off the frame)
I got that candy drip, drippin' off the frame (off the frame) (x2)

(Lil Wyte)
I got the candy coat a'burnin
About to dip in another flavor
For a week it's been the same color
Of tropical life savors
For seven days i'm straight
But then I need a different coat
To the paint shop I go
Push the pedal to the floor
Buffer it out - sand it down
Paint it once - paint it twice
Wet sand - paint it again
Get my baby lookin' nice
Now i'm bendin' out fee
Marble purpose green
Twenty four inches under the wheel well
Mother f**ker I'm clean
Crisp white leather seats
JL audio W 7's
Banging
Knocking pictures off the wall in homes up in heaven
Catch me in my city
Bustin' doughnuts in the intersection
Colors swanging off in texas
But I prefer the term flexin'

(DJ Paul)
I got that candy
(It's wet)
I got that candy
(It's wet)
I got that candy
(It's wet)
I got that candy
(Oooh, It's wet)
I got that candy drip, drippin' off the frame (off the frame)
I got that candy drip, drippin' off the frame (off the frame) (x2)

(DJ Paul)
Yeah - yeah - yeah
Hypnotize Mindz super producers'
DJ Paul and Juicy J
We about to crank this thing up fast now
What?

(Lil Wyte)
Now i'm flexin' in the intersection
Every body see me man
Clang - clang
Rims choppin' harder then some razor blades
Memphtown repper
Liqour sipper
Drunk and still behind the wheel
Got a one hitter quitter
And I own lots of steel
Fraiyser bound bitch
And my red necks spray my whips
Told 'em make it look delicious
Make it wet
Make it drip
See me from a mile away
Hear me from three or four
I got king kong in the trunk
Beatin' up the floor
I'm flickin', shinin', lookin' good
Feelin' even better
Only thing that could bring me half way down
Is some cloudy weather
I got
Got candy drippin' - drippin'
Lookin' real gushie
A thousand flavors
I can savor
Almost tastes as good as pussy

Cold purple sprite
Full of 'lean in my cup
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!
All the haters in the hood
Make me wanna cock and bust
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!
I done made a lot of money
Ain't to many that I trust
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!
But i'ma keep on hustlin'
'Til my body turn into dust
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!

I was born an raised a good old southern boy
With money up on my mind
Took a thought turned it into a rhyme
And now I do this shit all the time
Purple 'lean in my cup
I'm throwin' a blunt of 'dro up in my mouth, and I feel pimps in forthly
We the shit ya'll need to quit hating on the south
Cause we just trying to make it like all the rest of them mother f**kers is
I got talent and raw skills to pay the bills
So i'm gonna rock the biz
Call me what you wanna call me
Arrogant, evilish and conceited
I will sell CD's off in cicaly, italy, also in new zealand
Gettin that international money
Climbin higher up that ladder
Grindin' daily, bitch, pay me
I gotta' get my pockets fatter
Memphis Tennessee is the place
Where I got all my special training
Physical, mental, spiritual, lyrical
Acheived it all without complainin'
I got a...

Cold purple sprite
Full of 'lean in my cup
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!
All the haters in the hood
Make me wanna cock and bust
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!
I done made a lot of money
Ain't to many that trust
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!
But i'ma keep on hustlin'


'Til my body turn into dust
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!

I'm a motha' f**kin' nympho
Rubbin' tip toes
Sippin' line in the back of a benzo'
Hate me last year
Wait til this year
You gonna have a lot more shit to be sick fo'
Runnin' the street and not givin' a f**k
Still makin big money and get my dick suck
I'ma hold it down for my town
At the same time
Goin' to town to get some more bucks
If you gotta problem wit that
Bring it to the hood
Find me on my block
And i'll kick your ass
Ride on the same
Cause we done whooped plenty of motha f**kas
Just for talking all that trash
We don't give a shit bitch
That's just the mentality of the dirty south
Nobody really left the house hot
Ready to fight
But you better watch your mouth
I roll with some of the rowdiest, buckest, crunkest f**ka's
In the nation
And even if you keep me slippin' solo
You won't bust a raisan
Serious though
I got dough
You broke, and know the score
Purple sprite and paper flow
While you busy hatin' ho'...

Cold purple sprite
Full of 'lean in my cup
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!
All the haters in the hood
Make me wanna cock and bust
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!
I done made a lot of money
Ain't to many that trust
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!
But i'ma keep on hustlin'
'Til my body turn into dust
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!

(Chours: x2)
Haters Talkin But Haters Aint Walkin Until This F**kin Fire These Haters Aint Walkin Until This Fire Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka
Haters Talkin But Haters Aint Walkin Until This F**kin Fire These Haters Aint Walkin Until This Fire Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka

(Verse1:)
Yeah They Call Me Lil Wyte Im Back Out On The Grind Im Drinkin Everyday Im Smokein On Some pine I Gotta Do It Big Until The Day I Die You Cool Wit Me In My Face But A Hater In disguise (What) You Can Git slapped down When Im In Yo Town Poppin Off Some Rounds When Im On That crown We Usually Pull Up Slow Wit Lights Off An Guns Drawn Everything About To Go You Aint No Hood Good So Go Home Take It Easy They Dont Want Shit Except Ya Life Theyll Even Take A Small Bribe Some Coke An Ya Wife You Shoulda Thought About Sercomstances Repercusions And Consequensis But Ya Diddnt Now Ya Swimmin Somewhere In Tha Mississippi.

(Chours: x2)
Haters Talkin But Haters Aint Walkin Until This F**kin Fire These Haters Aint Walkin Until This Fire Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka
Haters Talkin But Haters Aint Walkin Until This F**kin Fire These Haters Aint Walkin Until This Fire Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka

(Verse 2:)

I Aint Gon Nowhere I Ben Chillin In The Same Cut Smokein On The Same Blunt Feelin On Tha Same Butts Still F**k Wit Tha Six Still Roll Wit Some Killers Still Hang Wit A Big Click An Kick It Wit Drug Dealers So What Ya Wanna Do I Can Have Ya Whole Crew Hogtied buried alive Undaneath The Swimmin Pool But No Im Not An Evil Dude Fact Im Pretty F**kin Humble 400 Thousand Records Independet Cant My Stomache Bubble An Im Jus Gettin Started Pimpin You Aint Seen Retarded Pimpin F**k It Ill Be Modest To be Im The F**kin Hardest Pimpin I Can Spit It Hard This Year Yet Horrific At The Same Time Can kill ya Bring ya To Life And Get Ya high Wit The Same rymes.

(Chours: x2)
Haters Talkin But Haters Aint Walkin Until This F**kin Fire These Haters Aint Walkin Until This Fire Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka
Haters Talkin But Haters Aint Walkin Until This F**kin Fire These Haters Aint Walkin Until This Fire Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka

(Verse 3:)
OK u ask me how i do it i call it White Boy Magic Im Not The Only One wit it I Jus Flash it wit A Passion I Ben missin in action but Now Im Back White Rappers Betta Duck And Hide And For All The Haters I Have Arived So Guard Ya Grill And adjust ya Eyes Smoke On Keep Cheefin I Aint Tryin To Ruin Ya Weekend But Ill F**k Ya Mother and Show You The Real Meanin Of Beefin I Ben Grindin why u whinin I Be Shinein Like A Diamond You thaught this dirt would still be worthless if i was a realter buildin dollars But Keep Ya Head Up I Wasnt Tryin To Destroy Ya Dreams Like Katt Wiliams Said Its All Good Pimpin U Can Hate on me The More U Talk The More It Lets Me Know I Walk I Do It Fly So Keep Ya Mouth Open Runnin It At all Times Mothaf**ker.

(Chours: x2)
Haters Talkin But Haters Aint Walkin Until This F**kin Fire These Haters Aint Walkin Until This Fire Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka
Haters Talkin But Haters Aint Walkin Until This F**kin Fire These Haters Aint Walkin Until This Fire Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka Bitch Slap That Sucka

(Chorus)
Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high

Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high

Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high

Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high

(Verse 1 - Lil Wyte)
Im smokin on some killa kill
Yep yep Im high
Gotta do it ev'ry day
Why? Thats my lifestyle
grape cigarello filled up with good dro
Ridin down Broverly tell me what you hit fo
Come around my way better be prepared to cheif
We twist em right up out the f**kin' OZ
I be token till 6 o' clock in tha mornin'
As long as no one comes in to stop me
Im Lil Wyte the almighty good weed connoisseur
Hydro, dont ever come to ya cheap
If Im in the Memphis city streetz
Ima get the best trees
all the smack smokers can read it and weep
I lay back in the Cut
Smokin on a big blunt
Waitin on a call to get some more cronic
This shit one hit will sit cha down
have ya chokin all night ready to vomit
50 bags out tha sack in them houses mayne
Will have a pot head like me spinnin insane
Amounts of cash out these bags
of this purple kush, jack frost, and this blueberry hurricane
I got some right here ta knock ya dick in the dirt
And Im bout to pull it up out my pocket
Take it slow, dont hit it too hard
This is liable to pull ya neck
right up out its socket

Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high

Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high

Break it down (Break it down)


Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high

Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high

(Verse 2 - Lil Wyte)
Ima a California dough dough
marijuana inspecta
Always in slo-mo like I been screwed
Keep me on the low low
like a private eye
When its time to get high
Ill make the call to you
Ive been keepin some good shit
Ohhh all the good shit
Give me a name and
Ill find it and blow it
If I cant locate within week
We'll get the seeds
And we'll f**kin grow it
Aint no thang to me
Pimpin' its just me
Really it all depends on the consumer
How many times have you heard of it
causin' a heart attack or givin someone a tumor
None! I said it, not a one
Zero, zilch, nodda, zero
Ill take a mothaf**kin pound to the head
Ima stoner, call me the ganja hero
Laugh at what you wanna laugh at man
Crash where ever you wanna crash at man
After you hit this blunt, take a puff of this silvia
It'll put cha in the trashcan
I smoke almost everything I can inhale
like Sticky said, he's got Forbidden Fruit
I said break it down, roll it up, lite it up
Ill be the judge of this Jesus Juice

Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high

Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high

Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high

Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high

(music plays till fade...)

(Intro - DJ Paul)
Ohhh that fool got some coco puffs, boy
damn, shit right here all gucci wit me
kno what im sayin
Its rainin like a foo

(Chorus - Lil Wyte)
Its on!
Its on!
Time to stack these dollas
I got a couple of birds
in the back of the Impala
The Blackberrys on
You know the numba HOLLA
I drop it in the hood
and they hit it out for dollas

Its on!
Its on!
Time to stack these dollas
I got a couple of birds
in the back of the Impala
The Blackberrys on
You know the numba HOLLA
I drop it in the hood
and they hit it out for dollas

(Verse 1 - Lil Wyte)
I got cheese ho
and a bunch of f**kin coke
Waitin on a phone call
So i can go tranport
Blackberry rings:
"What up foo whatchu need?"
I need some for $600 dollas
"Ok where you wanna meet?"
Got the destination
Im ridin low-key in a scuffler junt
Creepin dirty crack the window
Cuz Im smokin on a blunt
Headin through the north-north
side of the city streetz
Cocked the pistol
Cuz its killas hungry hidin in the trees
They hit it out for dollas
Sometimes they go bizerk
But I dont give a f**k
Why? Im gettin rid of work
Phone neva off
All they gotta do is holla
Im so on
Im so on
Im so on that its time to stack these dollas
Mothaf**ka!

Its on!
Its on!
Time to stack these dollas
I got a couple of birds
in the back of the Impala
The Blackberrys on

You know the numba HOLLA
I drop it in the hood
and they hit it out for dollas

Its on!
Its on!
Time to stack these dollas
I got a couple of birds
in the back of the Impala
The Blackberrys on
You know the numba HOLLA
I drop it in the hood
and they hit it out for dollas

(Verse 2 - Lil Wyte)
I be sittin in the driveway
Countin stacks of cheese
And in under only 2 hours
I made close to 3 G's
Got more blow in the truck
And the Impala 6 feet away from me
Thats why the AR-15s on the pssenger seat
And I dont play games with my money
Either you have it or you dont
If its a G you'll lose your finger
But for 10 Ill cut ya throat
Thats why I dont like frontin dope
How you gunna sell it and snort it?
I aint had a grain up my nose
Thats why my pockets are knotted
So put some money in em
As if they was a slot machine
There so many feinds out here
Not-knowin anything they can stop the creme
Im Lil Wyte
And Im gunna get them bitches where they be at
With 20/20 vision
It int hard for me to see that

Its on!
Its on!
Time to stack these dollas
I got a couple of birds
in the back of the Impala
The Blackberrys on
You know the numba HOLLA
I drop it in the hood
and they hit it out for dollas

Its on!
Its on!
Time to stack these dollas
I got a couple of birds
in the back of the Impala
The Blackberrys on
You know the numba HOLLA
I drop it in the hood
and they hit it out for dollas

(Music plays till fade)

(Chorus - Project Pat)
In the hood stackin funds
Got me feelin real pimpish
Purple kush in my lungs
Got me feelin real pimpish
Got carrots in the charms?
Got me feelin real pimpish
Feelin real pimpish
Got me feelin real pimpish
Big wheels on the ride
Got me feelin real pimpish
Peanut butter all inside
Got me feelin real pimpish
Jealous when i ride by
Got me feelin real pimpish
Feelin real pimpish
Got me feelin real pimpish

(Verse 1 - Lil Wyte)
Im feelin real damn pimpish, im blinging, im high as a kite
Im clean, im clean headed to the club tonite
If i see ya you know ima dip down and holla
As long as it dont slow up my dollas
Ima fall back way back peepin VIP
Where the club owner told us it was cool to smoke weed

Black light, neon lights all they see is the charm
We strapped, we strapped and we aint out to cause harm
In the hood stackin funds peanut butter in the ride
We aint even worried bout the haters on the otha side
Ive been feelin real pimpish since i stepped out the door
New shoes new clothes new cars and new dro

(Chorus)

(Verse 2 - Lil Wyte)
Now im circilin the bay bangin feelin real pimpish
And im feelin real pimpish from this life that im livin
I sit back and dream and them bitches come true
If i can do this shit tell me why cant you
Im a regular motherf**ker just like him or her them or they
Another southerner here to play from the volunteer state
Now we officially on the roster
Memphis legends won the oscar
No more waitin in line nowhere and personally i didnt win the oscar
But i still get all the perks the game has to f**king offer
New clothes, a lot of money so im fresh as a lobster
I could do this all day lay low and make a killin
Project Pat please tell these motherf**kers how im feelin

(Chorus)

In The Hood Stackin Funds
Got Me Feelin Real Pimpish
Purple Kush In My Lungs
Got Me Feelin Real Pimpish
Got Carrots In The Charms???
Got Me Feelin Real Pimpish
Feelin Real Pimpish
Got Me Feelin Real Pimpish
Big Wheels On The Ride
Got Me Feelin Real Pimpish
Peanut Butter All Inside
Got Me Feelin Real Pimpish
Jealous When I Ride By
Got Me Feelin Real Pimpish
Feelin Real Pimpish
Got Me Feelin Real Pimpish

[Verse 1: Lil Wyte]
Im Feelin Real Damn Pimpish, Im Blinging, Im High As A Kite
Im Clean, Im Clean Headed To The Club Tonite
If I See Ya You Know Ima Dip Down And Holla
As Long As It Dont Slow Up My Dollas
Ima Fall Back Way Back Peepin Vip
Where The Club Owner Told Us It Was Cool To Smoke Weed
Black Light, Neon Lights All They See Is The Charm
We Strapped, We Strapped And We Aint Out To Cause Harm
In The Hood Stackin Funds Peanut Butter In The Ride
We Aint Even Worried Bout The Haters On The Otha Side
Ive Been Feelin Real Pimpish Since I Stepped Out The Door
New Shoes New Clothes New Cars And New Dro

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Lil Wyte]
Now Im Circilin The Bay Bangin Feelin Real Pimpish
And Im Feelin Real Pimpish From This Life That Im Livin
I Sit Back And Dream And Them Bitches Come True
If I Can Do This Shit Tell Me Why Cant You
Im A Regular Motherfucker Just Like Him Or Her Them Or They
Another Southerner Here To Play From The Volunteer State
Now We Officially On The Roster
Memphis Legends Won The Oscar
No More Waitin In Line Nowhere And Personally I Didnt Win The Oscar
But I Still Get All The Perks The Game Has To Fucking Offer
New Clothes, A Lot Of Money So Im Fresh As A Lobster
I Could Do This All Day Lay Low And Make A Killin
Project Pat Please Tell These Motherfuckers How Im Feelin

Yeah, Dis ya boy Lil Wyte I ain't never gave a fuck, you know me, Boy got no licensce, Warrants, Probation, All kinds of shit tags expired, Fuck em, They ain't gon get me I'ma keep doing my thing, Got work in my sock Glock on da seat, We ain't playin wit em, You gon have to catch me pimp

Ridin dirty got dis weed in my sock on the seat a plastic glock ah shit I see Da cops yup, Dey lookin dey lookin dat candy got em lookin ohhh dey lookin dey looking dat candy got em lookin ohhh (x2)

Bentley through da bay, and I'm white as a ghost, Candy Chevy brown rag lookin like some french toast got knock in da back, big rims and limo tint it don't matter cuz da po-po's they know who's up in it, It's me W-Y-T-E flickin down yo block got some weed in my sock and on my seat a plastic glock and it's cocked ready to go ready to blow in the battlefeild if the bullet don't put you down the beatin from the handle will, I'm ridin dirty like a military and they hatin police sittin on da next block and dey waitin for me to try and leave da hood and jump right back on da slab, If it was up to da cops dis lil cracker day would have to grab

Ridin dirty got this weed in my sock on the seat a plastic glock ah shit I see Da cops yup, Dey lookin dey lookin dat candy got em lookin ohhh dey lookin dey looking dat candy got em lookin ohhh (x2)

Now i'm ridin down I-40 doin 85 snachin 4 lanes tryin da make da interstate mine, I was just in da bay where da police are hot as hell on my way to my side of town, fuck it might as well jump off da slab and get a box of grape swishers, a 2 by 4 of buzzum,tator longs, and chicken livers, I left the Chevy crunk, and the alarm armed jumped back in pedal to da medal straight to Shelby Barn's, beatin wit my Xanex man, dealin wit da many van, Tryin not to be da center of attention in dis stranded land, but dey lookin dey looking dat candy got em lookin ohhh, I'm pushin, and bookin, and cookin like come cajun food bitch!

Ridin dirty got this weed in my sock on the seat a plastic glock ah shit I see Da cops yup, Dey lookin dey lookin dat candy got em lookin ohhh dey lookin dey looking dat candy got em lookin ohhh (x2)

(Chorus)
You see me on them 24s f**kin tatted up
These suckas hate my guts cause i whip that batter up
Im gettin money boy
Im gettin money boy
Im gettin money boy
Im gettin money boy
I keep a K or a sawed off in my hand
I keep my stacks wrapped up in them rubber bands
Im gettin money boy
Im gettin money boy
Im gettin money boy
Im gettin money boy

They hate my guts hate your guts why?
I be gettin it big
Gotta do it fantastic with fabulous lavoushness
Livin all around me
Eyes are kinda cloudy
600 dollas an O Z
The best trees in cali
Money in my pocket bitch
Wrapped in rubber bands n shit
Call me if ya got a problem get me we can plan some shit
Grab the black mask n shit
Blacked up 4 bags n shit

Cock the 4 5 up towards the sky and lets go mash a trick
Or we can do it old fassion and classic and rent out a club
Bring Wyte and the six for the muthaf**ka and let us tear it up
Either way we gon get the cheese by doin what we know
Four five to yo eye or a crowded rowdy show

(Chorus)

I get money like bill collecters
I shine like wheel reflectors
You can talk all the trash you want ive been sprayed with hater protector
I been bakin in there for breakfast with steak as the appetizer
And Three Six Mafia just happens to be my financial advisor
I whip black and lay back pop Os and Rolls Royces
I done been up in a movie bitch sequel to choices
I get calls from other movie producers wanna use my music
And you better believe if i let em i get paid for doin it
I be tokin on some killa kill
True and real togethers trill
Considerin im the token whitey will i kill it? yes i will
Lil Wytes the name ya bitch
Put that in yo manuscript
Makin cheese and clockin grip
Im talkin thats as real as it gets

(Chorus)

Everytime i turn around
Baby i need this, baby i need that
Man im like bitch I cant give you shit, i cant give you shat
I cant give you nothin, i cant f**k with yo period
I can let you suck my dick tho

(Verse 1)
Bill folds of 20s
Bank rolls of 100s
Body bags of 50s
Yeah im out here gettin money
Theres too many ways to get it if you jokin it aint funny
If you hatin cause i got it you a god damn dummy
Put yo brain in some books and quit
Worryin bout these hoes
Either get a 9 to 5 quick and start sellin dro
Life dont get crazier than this, Im tellin you because i know
I aint always had cheese i used to be very broke
Thats when i realized i could flow and i jumped up on the track
I was only 17 a studio is all i lacked
Now im 24 and got currency by the stack
M town reppa liquor sippa and the souths on my back

(Chorus 3x)

I got that cake, I got that cake
These suckas see me out here flossin and they hate

(Verse 2)
Its 420 in the mornin and we still up

Drinkin, rappin, makin tracks, trynna get these bucks
We gon get it even if it kill us yes we are
How you think we afford this candy paint on all these cars
Gotta crib here in Memphis across the street from the green
I can watch a golf game on my porch and smoke weed
What you think about that, i be ballin you know me
Get a lot of cake er'ry year thanks to H.C.P.
I done made it to the top
Now im flossin and they hate
This one year gon make me a millionaire and i cant wait
I be doin what i do so good lil pimpin cant quit
Im gon get the doe regardless so you haters aint shit

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
200 and 15 diamons on me at all times
They aint huge but in the day light these bitches shine
Got a bad motherf**kin bitch cookin up steak
She aint worried bout shit cause she know i get that cake
If i come through your hood ill be comin with my boys
All our guns weigh a ton and our trucks makin noise
We aint got no time to be f**kin round with these hoes
We gotta get it get it quick and thats the way the game goes
I be puffin on some dro, i be sippin on some crown
Im the caucasion persuasion and i stay puttin it down
If you wanna 16 its gon cost ya 16
Not hundreds, thats gs and im gon need a pint of lean

(Chorus)

Gear up for grub with a tripleheader of pigskin, including a meeting of brothers in Dallas. Everybody knows it's been a rough year for her, but find out who else had issues

[Chorus - Juicy J:]
Im getting fuck top men im getting fuck top [4x]
A playa drinkin makas? maka craneberry vodka

[Lil Wyte]
Give me da cup some ice sued ma gun let's go
Give me some dro let me put down da ground n coke
Im slomped out drunk as fuck and i know
You won't make it home if you ride with me bro
Caus ive been drinking since 2 start to smoke around noon
With no sleep im feeling simillar to a cartoon
Animated but gonna manish to make it to today
Be da rapper close to be da alcoolik that gets paid
I done see da higher ground naw that im on a different plane
If you step to me wrong im a have to show you im da men
Im lil wyte da mothafucking drunk n cracker sippin da blue top
As long as im here ill rip it so long that you'll never let da blue stop

[Chorus]

[Lil Wyte]
Well im fuck top! by naw you should see
Maker moka n some vodka floathing all thrue me
On tha way 2 da liquor store to get another bottle
On da red lights never takin ma foot up off da pruddle
Im a lil tispy cock on da the 0-9 400 proof or better
And i really dont fuck with wine im a wisky sippa
Sour mash is not the slumped i got mothafuckaz
That get drunk n fight 4 fun get up off ma way
You see ma brain is on a different level
Breaks tekila out and you gonna see me
Turn it to da devil im the one and only lil wyte
It do it ma way bitch a guy that get fuck top
With me then hit da high way bitch n dat's wussup

[Chorus]

(Chorus 4x)
suicide suicide
suicide suicide
homicide homicide
homicide homicide

(Verse 1)
runnin outta time losin my mind
hate this place feel like diein
brains steady flyin all over the place
dont wanna live written on my face
gotta get up outta here gotta go
yes i know where im gonna go
hot ice cold where they take souls
satan rule the land been a long road
i bet you wonder why im sayin these things
lost my job got no change
car got stolen bills backin up
kids hungry and im startin to feel the pain
tired of the world tired of groupie girls
brains startin to scream thoughts in this world
if i have to face another hater ima pull out the motherf**kin Mossberg pump
to your dome yea da boy gone
off of the map cap been blown
how ya like me now hatin asshole?
my lifes f**ked thats fo sho
if you wanna know yes i tell ya
how it goes yes i tell ya

but you gotta stay tuned to the zone
too hear what happened to the big failure

(Chorus 4x)

(Verse 2)
its the last straw for me to fall
i cant sleep cant see at all
done smoke a pound drank a pint of syrup
mixed 30 rolls with tylonal
bout to fly away out this bitch
have dreams but i cant get rich
too many problems in my life now to be worried bout stackin chips
moms sick as f**k dad goin crazy girlfriend sayin we havin another baby
i cant afford the 2 that i got but you know i love them 2 little ladies
thats why it hurt to say goodbye
i cant save it dont know why
people say well you have to try
let the mothersuckers live this lie
popped a hundred pills eyes are closed
heart is pumpin body gettin cold
no cell phone noone knows where im at thats what i want
breathin gettin hard death gettin close
creepin up on the devils back bone
times ran out so has my liquor
holla at you motherf**kas im gone

(Chorus 4x)

Hear ye, hear ye
Yessir
Got my dog Lil Wyte in the house
Lil Wyte!
You dig it? Then dig this shit
He gon tell you how we do it in Memphis city streets
Fraiyser Bay Area
Ghost ride a lil bit out there

(Chorus 2x)
I Ghost ride the whip
Always syrup sip
Ridin through the hood with a real bad bitch
Car changin colors ridin high and gotta piss
26s flickin so you know that im the shit

(Verse 1)
I ghost ride the whip
I jump out the car and flick
Its easier to do it with Lamborghini doors on ya shit
TV screens? Nope, but an over $50000 studio
What was I thinkin? I only paid $700 fo it
Make a track in the back while i crack another seal
Show no slack with that yak pass the blunt and give me pills
Its 2 pints of syrup in the mini fridge sittin on chill

And a sprite and ice dispencer right beside the steering wheel
I drank that drank and smoke that dank with a real bad bitch
Bendin through the hood to be exact we on 26
Inches sittin high
Haters sick when i ride by
Thats why i keep a cannon in my lap in case they wanna try

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Im screwed up like a motherf**ker!
My minds sittin on easy street
Ghost ridin the whip sittin high rollin up the greenery
Tell me can you stop the colors from flippin on the scenery
Bangin so hard you feelin me way before you even seein me
I got that thang cocked its stashed but not far out of reach from me
Get wrong and ill put some knots on yo door like a peaches seed
Then run home to yo momma and holla Lil Wyte been bein mean to me
But im gone motherf**ker i had to mash out theres plenty more streets to creep
The Bay Area and bitch we keep big stacks of that stinkery
I sip syrup motherf**ker and dont really care what you think of me
A bad blonde broad beamin up my charm and my pinky ring
Shes wearin a skirt and through the rear view mirror i can see her thingy thing

(Chorus)

Hit that
Hit that
Hit that
Hit that
Hit that
Hit that
Hit that
Hit that

alright im thinkin bout getting slumed out f**k that i know give me the lean
been in the trap hustlin all night were its hard to keep my sneakers clean
i need my do it fluid, whats do it fluid, i knew u would ask
whatever liquor u put up in your body when u wanna get trashed
so grab me a glass and poor it up fast, and dont forget the pass pimpin the blunt
i can hide your ass to be passed if u dont stay close to the front
im simply playin with a harmful brain ill kick off my shoes and relax my feet
then put on some sounds. smoke on a pound listin to a three six mafia beat
got a cup in my hand and blunt in my mouth, im straight as a maf**ker now
with a masterplan that will change the land, and oya im from the dirty south
i be in the hood from dusk till dawn, late at night till the early morn
so when i get home im gonna be need something for me to be sipping on.

Trap all night sleep all day tired ass hell and my body aches
I need some of that do it fluid
I need some of that do it fluid
Trap all night sleep all day tired ass hell and my body aches
I need some of that do it fluid
I need some of that do it fluid
Pour it up
Hiiiiur HIT that shit
Mix it up
Hiiiiur HIT that shit

Pour it up
Hiiiiur HIT that shit
Mix it up
Hiiiiur HIT that shit

throw way far out the map, memphis aint in sight
crown royal and purple sizurp mixed up in a berry sprite
dro rolled in a grape cigerello in the end we call it ight
u can peer presure me all u want but i aint gonna touch no white
theres green in me and hennessy all over my red monkey jeans
im drunk as f**k and falling down and its exacly what it seems
this do it fluid kicked in and im way past the legal limit
freedoms what i call it when i fly like an eagle living sining
get up with me consiquensise come with f**king round with snakes
the realist up in my city and i learned how to filter out the fakes
im lil wyte the motherf**king man and i talk my talk
sippin surup, making money and do it while i walk my walk

Trap all night sleep all day tired ass hell and my body aches
I need some of that do it fluid
I need some of that do it fluid
Trap all night sleep all day tired ass hell and my body aches
I need some of that do it fluid
I need some of that do it fluid
Pour it up
Hiiiiur HIT that shit
Mix it up
Hiiiiur HIT that shit
Pour it up
Hiiiiur HIT that shit
Mix it up
Hiiiiur HIT that shit

(chorus x2)
Shiny rims like a star, i've been tippin on some bong
Blow a ounce of that good, when i come through my hood
They be like, i likes dat bout dat boy
They be like, i likes dat bout dat boy

Night lite flickin high, and im ridin in a benz
I sware when im in it, i got so many friends
I got so much money, in my pocket right now
Bad broad to my right, rollin blunts, pickin up da pound
Got a forty cal. sittin on my left leg, hand on the woodgrain
V-12 engine, plus the bump bang
Cruizin through da bay, going to f**k wit UTT
Gotta holla at my folks when im in these city streets
I be in and outta town like a greyhound bus
As soon as i reach da town im callin my boo to get in them guts
I gotta do it big, why? everybody is watchin
Comin through da hood iced out shinin and flossin

(chorus x2)
Shiny rims like a star, i've been tippin on some bong
Blow a ounce of that good, when i come through my hood
They be like, i likes dat bout dat boy
They be like, i likes dat bout dat boy

If i come down ya block, and ya see them twenty fours
Just know i could of put twenty sixes on this hoe
They would fit with no rub, would have fit like a glove
But im five foot nine so i would have had to jump up in the truck
And i got things to do, places to go
People to see, dro to smoke
Liquor to drink, pills to roll
Money to make, and money to blow
Ive been grindin since i as seventeen
So im supposed to have it
Shinin like a diamond
Hatas sick and man they cant stand it
Doubt me now's a classic
Phinally phamous was unbelievable
The one and only's gunna be the cd that they bleedin for
And yes i know my game has stepped up
Im a grown man, theys like dat bout dat boy
Hatas still dont understand

(chorus x2)
Shiny rims like a star, i've been tippin on some bong
Blow a ounce of that good, when i come through my hood
They be like, i likes dat bout dat boy
They be like, i likes dat bout dat boy

[Chorus x2]
I'm a' blast on a hater
and worry bout it later,

got heatas in my hand
Masked up like Darth Vader

I don't wanna rap
i let my guns do the talkin

i don't wanna rap
i let my guns do the talkin

[verse 1 - lil wyte ]
now i don't tote around
or even talk to you chumps
i eat,sleep,get high
and even walk with this pump
you cross me wrong one time
one times to many
i got about a thousand rounds
and ill pop off plenty,

and i know youngstas in the hood
that will pop for penny's
so fo a hundred bones you'll wash up
on that banks of the sippi.
and they virginity they ain't been takin
but they take what shorty life
now he on his way upstate
they gave a shorty life
thats what i mean when i say
we'll worry bout it later
he didnt think he just went out
and blasted at him a hata.

life's too short to not be out here
chasin that papa. that's why I'm out here
masked up in all black like Darth Vader


[Chorus x2]
I'm a' blast on a hater
and worry bout it later,

got heatas in my hand
Masked up like Darth Vader

I don't wanna rap
i let my guns do the talkin

i don't wanna rap
i let my guns do the talkin

[verse 2 - lil wyte ]
now if you see me in the streets
don't think i wont do sometin crazy
walk up with this 380 put it right to ya baby
i got kids and i know that could be the worse thing i could do
if anyone takes some beef that far there really meanin business foo.

so just cooperate and don't make a sudden move
one wrong word could leave some bullets up in you
im so gangsta bitch don't even get me twisted,

you got past do bills and your brain could get evicted
and we don't fuck around in the gritty grimy great city of Memphis
we known for three thangs barbecues, good music and pimpin
if you make your way down here
make sure your strapped when you out walkin cuz
we don't rap around out here
we let our pistols do the talkin...yeaaaaaaaa

[Chorus x2]
I'm a' blast on a hater
and worry bout it later,

got heatas in my hand
Masked up like Darth Vader

I don't wanna rap
i let my guns do the talkin

i don't wanna rap
i let my guns do the talkin

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