This a Wayne Beat? lyrics

[Intro]
This a Wayne beat
Yeah, this a Wayne beat
Yop

[Verse]
This a Gramz verse
I could teach you how to get it, you gotta scam first
You could still pull up on Lebeau and get ham served
My n*gga on a computer all day, but he is not no nerd
7.62s in the clip make him hit the curb
Chopstick'll make a n*gga dance like You Got Served
n*gga yo' daddy was a fiend, n*gga, he got served
I'm finna pick my white boy up, he got a 'script for Perc's
Showin' love on them b*tches, let me sell 'em first
I'm a hustlin' ass n*gga, I can sell you dirt
I ain't even gotta hit thе road, I can sell a verse
I was still gеtting to the money in a Pelle shirt
I just stuffed yo' b*tch with that sh*t, now her belly hurt
Five hunnid' dollar plate, pull up at the deli first
If I send them 5.7s at you, bet them b*tches hurt
All that sneak dissin' sh*t, that sh*t for the birds
When yo' n*gga switch up on you, that sh*t be the worst
All yo' friends dead, n*gga I think you cursed
So many n*ggas on your head, I hope we get you first
I know some n*ggas mad as hell, they can't get a verse
A n*gga owe a couple thousand, pay me by the first
Three-point-five in this 'Wood, we don't pop Perc's
My n*gga Chad made a twenty ball before the twenty first
He ain't even twenty-one yet, you n*ggas twenty hurt
I freestyle on everything, I ain't write a verse
He done went broke for that ho, now his pockets hurt
You wanna hang with the gang? Show me how a chopper work
So many blues in my pants like Papa Smurf
Fan want my autograph, put it on his shirt
I got a boostin' ass b*tch, she put it in her purse
I got a lot of pretty money on me, like that n*gga Kurt
I can get a n*gga whacked, do you want a shirt?
If a n*gga play with gang gang, put him in the dirt
Can't let a n*gga slow me down like the green syrup
Boolin' in Atlanta, buyin' shoes, I just seen Herb'
Getting head in the crib, watching Phineas and Ferb
I smoke big backwoods, sh*t look like a turd
Fifty rounds in the clip, that b*tch got a curve
I got aim with this b*tch, I could hit a bird
When them b*tches hit yo' ass, they gon' hit a nerve
I'm smokin' real zaza, this is not no herb
You can't take sh*t from me, I am not no gerb
I like real grown b*tches, I am not no perv'
You ain't hit sh*t when you slid, you just hit the curbs