Intro: Lil Wayne]
Six sh*t
Ay yah yah yah yah yah yah yah
Six n*gga, Dedication six n*ggas
Six n*gga, six n*gga, Dedication six n*ggas
Six n*gga, sick n*gga, sick six sh*t n*gga
[Verse 1: Euro + Lil Wayne]
I hear y'all new sh*t and I cringe (I cringe)
Your girlfriend likes me and my friends (My friends)
If we hit it, that oui is not French (Not French)
I'm anti-social, pardon my tints (My tints)
We left E11even, at 11 AM (Yeah)
Raw papers full of peas, cups full of mayhem (Yeah)
We all wavy, I'm just sort of on a different wavelength (Yeah)
See they more like superstars, I'm more like Super Saiyans
Bein' the greatest ever is my destiny skills
Since a child, I focused on my Kelly, Bey, and Michelle (Okay)
Sittin' back, getting head from Mademoiselle
Tryna' put every ghetto kid with a dream in my will
Dedicated to you to you for the 6th time, killed it on 5th one
Now they say I'm big time
While them n*ggas skipped lunch,I learned how to skip lines
I learned how to kick, punch, power through to get mine
Used to f*ck with Sega, my uncle had a pasia
I knew this drug king-pin that tried to run for Mayor (skrt!)
Posted on the back-blocks talking player-player
If she bad and I am greata', get her unlimited data
They tryna' build a wall, man my dogs gon' hate that sh*t
And build underground railroads, so the Maybachs fit, yeah
We in the game but we don't play that sh*t
Cover your soul before they take that sh*t
Young
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Right n*gga, wrong n*gga, dope n*gga, ill n*gga
Rich n*gga, polo n*gga, house bigga, bills bigga
Sick n*gga, hill n*gga, lit n*gga, chill n*gga
Racks n*gga, real bigga, Shaq bigga, lil' n*gga
Facts n*gga, trill n*gga, tax n*gga, still n*gga
Coke on coke n*gga, slopes n*gga, hills n*gga, joke n*gga
No n*gga, clip bigger, quick trigger, thick strippers
I ain't into stick figures, mixed signals, O.J. with the brick
n*gga run through the white
n*gga, O.J. on my wrist, n*gga that's Sunny D-Light
n*gga, diamonds in my teeth, shining like some pearly whites
n*gga, straight from New Orleans, like a plate of dirty rice
n*gga, bought a lot of art, and I bought a lot to snort, hey
Beat around her bush, right up there we beat the court case
Talkin' boutta a war, that's a convo' at the bar, wait
Drugs in the Broncos start the motherf*ckin' horse race
I take off fom Earth, take your b*tch up into MySpace
I tell her keep her mouth shut
And if not I got some Scottish tape
Gotta keep the lock-safe, referring to the safe-lock
The shells the ground, shakin' make you do the James Brown
I still wear the same crown, light-skin or light-brown
I still di*k her right down, hit her with the pipe bomb
Some n*ggas like fight crimes, some n*ggas like to fight fair
Some n*ggas got the right time, if you're asking me
I say "Time will tell"
Some n*ggas think they icons, some b*tches think that I care
n*ggas got an iPhone, some n*ggas had a SkyTel
n*ggas really pythons, I'm watching out for myself
Tattoos, black skin, red eyes, blonde hair
Lyin' here, lookin' like "aww, yeah", lawn chair
Chop right off a Con air land it on the Timeshare
I will, Versace eye ware, feelin' like top shelf
Cool is two Ls and rock bells, hot as Scottsdale
Bombshell
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Blackin' out, blackin' out, we on the drugs
Blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out
All the guns, blackin' out, blackin' out, black-black-blackin' out
On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out (Bow!)
Yeah, blackin' out, blackin' out, we on the drugs
Blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out
All the guns, blackin' out, blackin' out, black-black-blackin' out
On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out
That's some slick sh*t