YM Inkredible
演唱：Lil Wayne、Thugga、Raw Dizzy、Flow、T@YM Inkredible (Explicit) - Lil Wayne/Thugga/Raw Dizzy/Flow/T@
Lyrics by：Thugga/Raw Dizzy/Flow/Dwayne Carter/Terry Bourgeois/Jason Phillips/William Roberts/Frazier Thompson III/Brian Tistog
Composed by：Thugga/Raw Dizzy/Flow/Dwayne Carter/Terry Bourgeois/Jason Phillips/William Roberts/Frazier Thompson III/Brian Tistog
Thugga：
I pop some Percocets
Then I pop some Xanax
Sitting back strapped cocked
Plotting on your man next
Jack a n***a for his work
Then stretch it like some Spandex
He hesitate I spray and leave him
Like a Tampex
Oops I meant a Tampax
B***h I keep that anthrax
I can get your man wacked for a couple tan packs
Shoot off your Sedan Lac
N***a I demand stacks
I ain't playing black
B***h I be spraying Macks
All type of guns with accessories
I'm like Cosby for the bills
I need mills like Stephanie
P***y n***as can't stand next to me
I've got d**e and ecstasy
Keep em floating like both of the levees breached
Eighties baby but my soul from the seventies
Worldwide game like a traveled the seven seas
N***as ain't OG scary lil b***h please
Put your p***y in the pan Friskies
Raw Dizzy：
I got ten up on my pinky ring and twenty on my bracelet
Now these n***as kissing a*s but they can't say s**t
I'm just here to separate
The real from the fake s**t
I told you I was coming in
I'm sorry for the wait
I gotta get this money man
It's right here in my face
I got the Devil on my back
I don't wanna be up in that place
My grandmom tell me to be safe
I just keep running in these streets
I can't stop f**king with these h*es
When I say I'm just doing me
B***h I'm a Ninth Ward n***a
Mason street D & G
That Florida right by the D
Need to free my n***a B
I ain't the type of person to be
Running from no beef those f**king guns
Are gonna be bursting knock somebody
Off their feet
So watch your f**king mouth
Before you end up on that floor and stop
Acting like you're hard because
You know you've been a ho
I told you out the gate I'm not the fake
I gotta say please excuse
Almost forgot man I'm Raw Dizzy by the way
Flow：
Money over b***hes b***h I'm coming for the check
Vampire living b***h I'm coming for your neck
Raw I'm sharp my swagger like an X
I'm a motherf**king monster I rap like I'm possessed
Call me Mr Still Smoking smoke it in a paper
The game is a b***h hold that down and rape her
Yes I am a Blood but I be riding with my skaters
We probably smoking flavors bumping Tyler the Creator
I'm an Eastside native all my n***as Soo Woop'n
They went brazy when they heard I had a song with Lil Tunechi
B***h get some ice and pour my Sprite
And light my bong and my doobies
F**k your producer I'm the one who be
Producing my music
I'm a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot
Cock the semi
Drop you like an Otterbox
They sleeping on me like I'm rapping with a blanket
Kill a n***a have him thinking that he planking
Lil Wayne：
All-red plaid shirt skinny a*s jeans on
Them goons at your front door choppers out ding dong
Didn't I change the game and put my motherf**king team on
Now let my chopper ring blaka is my ringtone
F**k you ho-a*s n***as I get money and get over h*es
We hold court with them heaters pop case open closed
Looking for a b***h to hop up on my totem pole
And my blunt be stupid-fat double-stuffed Oreos
I get loaded 'til I motherf**king overload
Been rapping flows still tight like aerobic's clothes
Ask them b***hes I told em h*es
They back it up like Sonny drive in Bronx Tale Calogero
Lighter in my pocket light the sky rocket
Pull them hammers out and run them n***a's like stockings
Got some n***as from my city
Thugga Dizzy Flow
Sorry for the wait coming soon Carter IV beyotch
Lyrics by：Thugga/Raw Dizzy/Flow/Dwayne Carter/Terry Bourgeois/Jason Phillips/William Roberts/Frazier Thompson III/Brian Tistog
Composed by：Thugga/Raw Dizzy/Flow/Dwayne Carter/Terry Bourgeois/Jason Phillips/William Roberts/Frazier Thompson III/Brian Tistog
Thugga：
I pop some Percocets
Then I pop some Xanax
Sitting back strapped cocked
Plotting on your man next
Jack a n***a for his work
Then stretch it like some Spandex
He hesitate I spray and leave him
Like a Tampex
Oops I meant a Tampax
B***h I keep that anthrax
I can get your man wacked for a couple tan packs
Shoot off your Sedan Lac
N***a I demand stacks
I ain't playing black
B***h I be spraying Macks
All type of guns with accessories
I'm like Cosby for the bills
I need mills like Stephanie
P***y n***as can't stand next to me
I've got d**e and ecstasy
Keep em floating like both of the levees breached
Eighties baby but my soul from the seventies
Worldwide game like a traveled the seven seas
N***as ain't OG scary lil b***h please
Put your p***y in the pan Friskies
Raw Dizzy：
I got ten up on my pinky ring and twenty on my bracelet
Now these n***as kissing a*s but they can't say s**t
I'm just here to separate
The real from the fake s**t
I told you I was coming in
I'm sorry for the wait
I gotta get this money man
It's right here in my face
I got the Devil on my back
I don't wanna be up in that place
My grandmom tell me to be safe
I just keep running in these streets
I can't stop f**king with these h*es
When I say I'm just doing me
B***h I'm a Ninth Ward n***a
Mason street D & G
That Florida right by the D
Need to free my n***a B
I ain't the type of person to be
Running from no beef those f**king guns
Are gonna be bursting knock somebody
Off their feet
So watch your f**king mouth
Before you end up on that floor and stop
Acting like you're hard because
You know you've been a ho
I told you out the gate I'm not the fake
I gotta say please excuse
Almost forgot man I'm Raw Dizzy by the way
Flow：
Money over b***hes b***h I'm coming for the check
Vampire living b***h I'm coming for your neck
Raw I'm sharp my swagger like an X
I'm a motherf**king monster I rap like I'm possessed
Call me Mr Still Smoking smoke it in a paper
The game is a b***h hold that down and rape her
Yes I am a Blood but I be riding with my skaters
We probably smoking flavors bumping Tyler the Creator
I'm an Eastside native all my n***as Soo Woop'n
They went brazy when they heard I had a song with Lil Tunechi
B***h get some ice and pour my Sprite
And light my bong and my doobies
F**k your producer I'm the one who be
Producing my music
I'm a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot
Cock the semi
Drop you like an Otterbox
They sleeping on me like I'm rapping with a blanket
Kill a n***a have him thinking that he planking
Lil Wayne：
All-red plaid shirt skinny a*s jeans on
Them goons at your front door choppers out ding dong
Didn't I change the game and put my motherf**king team on
Now let my chopper ring blaka is my ringtone
F**k you ho-a*s n***as I get money and get over h*es
We hold court with them heaters pop case open closed
Looking for a b***h to hop up on my totem pole
And my blunt be stupid-fat double-stuffed Oreos
I get loaded 'til I motherf**king overload
Been rapping flows still tight like aerobic's clothes
Ask them b***hes I told em h*es
They back it up like Sonny drive in Bronx Tale Calogero
Lighter in my pocket light the sky rocket
Pull them hammers out and run them n***a's like stockings
Got some n***as from my city
Thugga Dizzy Flow
Sorry for the wait coming soon Carter IV beyotch