Mic check 1, 2.
This be that Bangladesh shit right here nigga.
Like Father Like Son sequal be dat album, releasin' in year 6022.
Oh shit nigga here we go!
Verse 1 - Lil Wayne & (Birdman):
Yeah, Young Mula to the death of me.
Flow slow like Styrofoam cup full of promethazine.
And me and Baby be at the top like Sesames. (BuRR!)
Yeah bitch we go harder then hard.
Eatin' these new niggas for lunch like some rookie baseball cards.
And these niggas so pussy, I call them cats.
So I rhyme on these bitches like The Cat & The Hat.
You niggas rake, my niggas scratch.
You niggas pulling off a Frank Ocean and that's a matter of fact.
Shootin' niggas on the curb with a mac.
Shoot a nigga for his Big Mac.
Waka Flocka Flame - Chorus:
And we gon' fuck that nigga up, fuck that nigga up, fuck that nigga up, with a motherfuckin' cookie cutter.
Verse 2 - Birdman & (Lil Wayne):
Burrr! One hunnitt.
We the Cash Money Crew.
Goin' in for verse number two.
Priceless nikka, got millions, never went to school.
Rodney King that nigga in the pool.
Blood's all day, su wuu.
We shittin' on them niggas like doo doo.
My rhymes are crazy, coo coo.
Burrr! Candy paint, masturbate, in my foreign whip.
YMCMB nigga, we the shit.