[Verse 1]
  It's H-B Weezy Wee off the streets
  Stay deep 'Cedes Jeep big feet
  Gazer seats hold the bare floors
  I faithfully hold to pimp whores
  You ate with me and you gon get yours
  This eight with me that's bullets through doors
  Got haze in me now I'm so tall
  Come blaze with me cuz Beaky got more
  And now or later I'm major player
  I ball right I need an agent player
  Ay ma you tight you need to page a player
  That's so tonight you can taste a player
  I got the burner on the waist if you flinching
  My shit turning on 28-inches
  My shit burning like 500 plus
  And this album's a three permer and a clutch
    [Hook]
  24/7 (Yes, sir)
  I go hard (Go hard, go hard, go hard)
  Not here
    [Verse 2]
  I claim squad game till no more Wayne remain
  Bang my thing till no more lane remain
  Use the left lane man cook up the cocaine
  Dudes a lil game and get her to do brain
  That boy Weezy is a bad mother-feezy
  Me and Young Jazze at the back of one tweezy
  I'm so breezy off the Velvie and the perk
  Now I'm getting head on the balcony on Bourbon
  Apple and Eagle is the street that I shop
  The Birdman my daddy and we fly south
  And we don't go to work man we get work out
  And the bricks may go as low as ten up in the drought
  Niggaz is selling and you should be buying
  Niggaz is telling and you should be dying
  Niggaz is yelling Cash Money till they kill me
  C-M-B, I know you gotta feel me
    [Hook]
    [Verse 3]
  You know if I'm doing it I'm probably doing it for the block
  I'm out here bitch I got this here on lock
  Come out here bitch I bet this here gon pop
  I got ya slick this my year don't knock
  Speakers from the front to the rear gon rock
  Wood-grain handles to steer it's all hot
  I never drove factory and I don't own stock
  I drop that bitch on chrome chops, yeah
    [Hook till end]