Album Name

B.B. King Freestyle

Artist

Lil Wayne

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2020.11.30

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Ayy the blues is now kickin'
and dinner is three Michelin
I don't eat red meat
but still got beef sizzlin'
Know that I need discipline
I keep singin'
for all these hoes
they keep listenin'
Niggas love to bro up
with the boy and dap fists-es
But we are not equivalent dawg
I been an only child
don't need siblings
And I'm past them like the times
that he's livin' in okay
Man if you saw what I flew
here you be like He's sickenin'
If you not runnin' some top
we not gon' keep kickin' it
Classics I keep scribblin'
lights in the Universal building
just keep flickerin'
Money just keep comin' in
you would think I'm Irish the way
that it stays doublin'
I could feed a country
with the tax that I pay
governments
Whatever they're doin'
with my cash is very troublin'
Okay February came around
I used to get paid shovelin'
Sold clothes walked dogs
trust me I stay hustlin'
When it came to school
there's no way
that I'm A-plus-in' it
So I just dropped out of it
trust me I'm not proud of it
Niggas get too comfy
in they spot
they get knocked out of it
Niggas get a gun just
so they can make props out of it
Shawty make a scene
in the house
she get locked out of it
Yeah you not 'bout to be
chillin' in this bitch
with kicked feet up
I'ma make you
bounce out this ho
like Big Freedia
Pete O used to throw
a purple tint on a two-liter
First private plane I ever rode
was a eight-seater
Before that I got the bedroom
hot with the space heater
On top of that
I didn't have shit
to my name either
that's real
But now I'm givin' house tours
'til it's back to world tours
Play that Mask Off
when they find the real cure
I might not be good for her
but I'm real to her
Got no time for her
but give Richard Mille to her
That's the only way I know
how to express love
My dawgs love sticks
and drums like they Questlove
All them jokes about Aubrey
they got me messed up for real
I come with a lot of
complications inside me
It's always people misleadin' me
that are tryna guide me
Everyone wants to try me
but no ones wants to buy me
Everyone wants to meet me
but no one wants to keep me
Everyone talkin' lemons
when everything is peachy
Everyone got they hands out
and it ain't to reach me
Mhm yeah mhm
Everyone got they glass out
let's drink to Weezy
Every nigga that stare me down
just came to see me
Choppin' up a lil' cash cow
that's steak I'm eatin'
Check deposits
high-risers with extra closets
The sex platonic
I talk intelligent text Ebonics
The electronic guitars whinin'
that's just Nirvana
Tommy gun on the counter
I call it Mr Thomas
That'll keep niggas honest
I'm dozin' off in the driver seat
'cause the seat give massages
That's some more point money
these numbers too steep for commas
I'm eye to eye with niggas
I can't help but to see
beyond them
Got a two-seater problem
Niggas thinkin' they cold
I knock the flu-season out them
Bitches forget they hoes
and that's when Tunechi remind
them
I used to fuck Gucci models
I'm fuckin' Gucci designers
I keep it 2-G regardless
I'm gettin' too deep for divers
Let me resurface
I'm flexin' on purpose
She especially curvy
bet she be servin'
every purpose perfect
I'm better than perfect
I'm sick
I need to see a medical person
Eatin' all of these rappers
with these edible verses
All I gotta be is all
that I can possibly
She really really into me
then suck it all up out of me
I'm proud of me
I don't know
how to be sorry apologies
You fuckin' with my math
you better know some trigonometry
'Cause I'ma be bustin'
leave your Lima bean
at your mama feet
I flip the economy
like Dominique Dawes
They say I'm trippin'
I guess they wishin' I finally
fall
I don't need war I need a bitch
that know I'ma need yours
I'ma need more
niggas is shifty
like Honda Accords
Fire alarm
ain't got no ceilings
we climbin' the walls
Higher than yours
I fuck your bitch
and she die in my arms
Lion has roared No Ceilings 3
with my mind on the fourth
Holla at your boy