[Lil Wayne talking] 

Fuck with me, you know what it is

[Hook 2x] 

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head 

The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year 

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head 

I wish a motherfucker would trip this year

[Verse One] 

Dressed in all black and my gun the same color 

Murder my enemy love thy brotha 

And I ain’t never gave a shit about a motherfucker 

Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a younga stomach 

You niggaz better take side with young money, Cash Money 

You’ll get left in your ride crash dummy 

I’ll be around when the times get ugly 

When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running 

The magazine empty and the nine stop busting 

I bang my fist till my palms get bloody 

Cuz I’m a monsta man 

I’m gonna find you in my AP nine on jam 

I’m a rider you can’t take it out of me man 

I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam 

I will fire and drop a hater rite where he stands 

I’m gonna die with this blazer rite in these hands

[Hook 2x] 

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head 

The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year 

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head 

I wish a motherfucker would trip this year 

[Verse 2] 

Twenty-two’s, thirty-eight’s, forty-four’s, forty-five’s 

Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back I am 

So ready for whateva that awaits me 

Run up in your place wile you’re sleepin await the 

Calicoes, ak’s, Uzi-machines 

Got ya misplacin your arms and losin your knees 

I am takin names, so who wanna leave 

Out this bitch with your brains and your dew on your sleeve? 

I got the hood with the names of the crew on they t’s 

And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain’t bullshitin 

AR hit ya truck got ya hood flippin 

Feet by the engine, head by the transmission 

And I be right where I am mista 

Me and my damn pistol 

Me and my girlfriend 

In this world alone, so bring it on 

And umma have to sing you this song nigga

[Hook 2x] 

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head 

The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year 

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head 

I wish a motherfucker would trip this year

[Verse 3] 

I got the scope on the tool I can see what you do 

With a little red dot nigga peek-a-boo 

Shhh the silence will speak to you 

Hit you from across the street wile you tying ya shoe 

Like Bang! Bang! say breathe nigga breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his tee 

Say Bang! Bang! say breathe deep breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his chest…Clear! 

Now the boy is a mess and the block in fear cuz ya boy up and left 

Life is short enjoy what eva’s left 

Before you run into a nigga like me and meet death 

In less than three seconds I’ll pull a three-eighty 

Three feet from my waist 

Three inches from your faces 

Make no mistake Weezy neva hesitate 

I’ll pop till your shit separate like eewww!

[Hook 2x] 

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head 

The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year 

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head 

I wish a motherfucker would trip this year

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