[Verse 1]
It’s H-B Weezy Wee off the streets
Stay deep ‘Cedes Jeep big feet
Gazer seats hold the bare floors
I faithfully hold to pimp whores
You ate with me and you gon get yours
This eight with me that’s bullets through doors
Got haze in me now I’m so tall
Come blaze with me cuz Beaky got more
And now or later I’m major player
I ball right I need an agent player
Ay ma you tight you need to page a player
That’s so tonight you can taste a player
I got the burner on the waist if you flinching
My shit turning on 28-inches
My shit burning like 500 plus
And this album’s a three permer and a clutch

[Hook]
24/7 (Yes, sir)
I go hard (Go hard, go hard, go hard)
Not here

[Verse 2]
I claim squad game till no more Wayne remain
Bang my thing till no more lane remain
Use the left lane man cook up the cocaine
Dudes a lil game and get her to do brain
That boy Weezy is a bad mother-feezy
Me and Young Jazze at the back of one tweezy
I’m so breezy off the Velvie and the perk
Now I’m getting head on the balcony on Bourbon
Apple and Eagle is the street that I shop
The Birdman my daddy and we fly south
And we don’t go to work man we get work out
And the bricks may go as low as ten up in the drought
Niggaz is selling and you should be buying
Niggaz is telling and you should be dying
Niggaz is yelling Cash Money till they kill me
C-M-B, I know you gotta feel me

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
You know if I’m doing it I’m probably doing it for the block
I’m out here bitch I got this here on lock
Come out here bitch I bet this here gon pop
I got ya slick this my year don’t knock
Speakers from the front to the rear gon rock
Wood-grain handles to steer it’s all hot
I never drove factory and I don’t own stock
I drop that bitch on chrome chops, yeah

[Hook till end]