Lil Wayne Officer

D-Roc I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls Got a Ferrari when I drive through the hills All of my niggas outside, for real I'm 'bout to shit on niggas, diarrhea It's a lot of fake niggas, I'ma die real I'll be hanging outside with guerillas Lost my dawg, wanna die with my niggas Niggas rather be fly than realer And if the opps wanna slide, get hit up I'm in the gang for the dirty, dirty My right hand keep a .30 clip I done did some time with the murderers I ain't gotta shine on purpose, huh Plot 'em every time I put up (put up) Trap house lookin' like a cookout (cookout) He was creepin' up, get the red dot, headshot I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls (Stunna, yeah, Rich Gang) Cap a slingshot on 80 shit Cherry wood in all my whips Do it big, that label shit Created shit but stayed hood rich (stayed rich) That's how we lace this shit Get money, stay break a bitch At the top of the hill, another shootout With a hundred mil', we wave that shit (we wave that shit) Chanel bag, jewelries be hundreds or mo' (hundreds or mo') And I got my whole hood on go (hood on go) Bird call, I hate a lace, then got ghost (got ghost) Rich nigga, Roberto Cavalli, marble floors I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls Uh, stunnaman, stunnaman, bulletproof Cullinan Chrome Heart bust, now I weigh it underhand Spent a couple hunnid bands, that was just for the band Put a dirty hundred grand up in the laundry bag 'Bout to pop another Xan', 'bout to smoke a hundred grams I'ma be who I am, you are not what I am Lit like the light at the end of the tunnel, man But the light just might be a train comin', man I had to spend some money to win some money I had the rooftop down but still had the tits up on it Weed so good, I taste up on it Lit hoe tryna inch up on me while my bitch up on me Rose gold looking like ketchup on me I let that choppa ring, my holy matrimony All red like Patrick, homie Redbone, got her lashes on me I can't even sleep tight without a million cash inside the mattress, homie Told bae I'm in the booth, you gon' have to play with the pussy on FaceTime Just found out the President I voted for was already dead, slime (yeah) I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls

Tee Ayy-hey, yeah, yeah Ah-ah, ah (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (ayy, rolling up) We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (I ain't know enough) Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, I might blow you up (I might blow you up) And there's more than 50 when we slide You know them riders rough (them riders rough) If he playin' silly 'bout that bag, then we might tie him up Remember we was fucked up, walkin' simply We ain't have enough (we ain't have enough) We tryna get some cake These niggas hatin', they was mad at us (they was mad at us) Threw the dark hoodie on, like I'm Trayvon (like I'm Trayvon) I got shooters like the hoopers in my hood, like K Nunn (like K Nunn) Playin' victim, you know what you did, why you play dumb? Crazy thing, my niggas knew about it They ain't say nothin' (they ain't say nothin') This Percocet gon' get me higher (higher) I got to sleep and get to talkin' to Lerayah (Lerayah) She said, "Relax, my brodie, I've been sendin' my love" You tryna kill yourself, that's gon' result to fire Feed your soul like Lauryn Hill and some Wyclef Pray to the Lord He give me guidance in the right steps (the right steps) My shorties wild and they get live up in the night, yeah (the night, yeah) I'm from the darkness, baby, I'm so used to nightmares (feed your soul) Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (ayy, rolling up) We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (I ain't know enough) Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, I might blow you up (I might blow you up) And there's more than 50 when we slide You know them riders rough (them riders rough) If he playin' silly 'bout that bag then we might tie him up (we might tie him up) Remember we was fucked up, walkin' simply We ain't have enough (we ain't have enough) We tryna get some cake These niggas hatin', they was mad at us (they was mad at us) Yeah, I'm on the pill, cut on Lauryn Hill On the real, my G-Wag came with six Tonka wheels Born to kill, B-flag gang, put that on my tears On my lear jet airplane, tryna pop my ears Poppin' off'll get you popped for real, you know you not for real You faker than some shiny white veneers And if it's smoke, it's just a fire drill I've been lying still, in the jungle even lions chill I make a giant kneel I heard Heaven need some volunteers, that's what I've been hearin' Hit your momma crib, like your momma feared From the bottom of my heart, my heart so bottomless, baow I'll knock your top off, son (skrrt) Ready or not, here I come (feed your soul) Tunechi Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (ayy, rolling up) We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (I ain't know enough) Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, I might blow you up (I might blow you up) And there's more than 50 when we slide You know them riders rough (them riders rough) If he playin' silly 'bout that bag then we might tie him up (we might tie him up) Remember we was fucked up, walkin' simply We ain't have enough (we ain't have enough) We tryna get some cake These niggas hatin', they was mad at us (they was mad at us) I know you mad at me Yeah, woah, oh I know you mad Them hoes, they mad The opp, they mad One time, they mad Ha, ah-ha, ha, ha, stay mad Ha, ah-ha, ha, ha, stay mad Woah-woah, bah, bah, bah, payback Vrrr, vrrr, vrrr-vrrr, straight cash Yeah, stay mad Wit' yo' hatin' ass They mad

Who made this beat? Twysted Genius, baby If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (gimme that) I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step out, she be flashin' Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants And now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'? Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud, seem like all of my bitches plastic Know you niggas don't want smoke, let's see who run it up the fastest Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let 'em catch me lackin' I know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin' But fuck 'em, we get active (get active) Wrap it, make sure they can't smell it Drive too far? Don't matter, I'll mail it Tryna steal swag, I see it, I smell it Used to get mad, probably beat up my celly Now I sell bags every day in my city Ain't doin' no playin', when they come, be ready I got murder on my mind like that lil' nigga Melly (free Melly) Big boy rocks, stud the same size as Nelly (ten karats) Long as I live, I'ma get this cheddar Ever since the bitch left, doin' lil' better Which car I'ma drive? It depends on the weather Rolls-Royce truck pull up like, "Hello" Pretty, tall, light skin, shake like Jell-O If the bitch actin' bougie, I'ma take her to the ghetto I ain't smokin' Runtz, then it's probably Limoncello You got a lil' boy, 'cause you not on my level Sell P's every day in the hood on my schedule Young nigga give a hoe a whole groove like Stella Jam don't shake like that, that's Jell-O Made a whole M on the road, then lay low I'm a real boss in my hood, I got say-so I was havin' choppas 'fore I heard about Dracos Put me in the casket with a bust down halo, yeah If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (give me that) I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step by, she be flashin' Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants Now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'? Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud, seem like all of my bitches plastic Know you niggas don't want smoke, let's see who run it up the fastest Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let 'em catch me lackin' I know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin' But fuck 'em, we get active Suave (huh), sippin' promethazine latte (yuh) Sticky-ass weed like Scotch tape (yuh) Big B's, call me Banye (hoo) Me and Lil Baby compadre (yuh) What these niggas talkin' 'bout? Blasé (huh) Diamonds on me, that's pavè (huh) So bright, can't see, that's a blind date (huh) Marley and Fee tryna get high weight (ooh) I got M-O-L-L-Y weight Only once the drugs are done I feel like, "Where the hell is my grave?" Heartbeat beatin' at a high rate World stop spinnin', start to vibrate It's a cold world, so my house in Miami still came with a fireplace Pupils dilate, don't judge me I'm with a sex slave, she like rough D I got a text straight from the plug He said, "There's a drought," I said, "Funny" Now we laughin' And the only time that we act, is when we act asses Nigga, we active So if you 'bout that life, get out that casket If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (ooh, give me that) I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together (yuh) She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step by, she be flashin' Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants (what up, Ma?) And now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'? Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud, seem like all of my bitches plastic Know you niggas don't want smoke, let's see who run it up the fastest Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let 'em catch me lackin' I know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin' But fuck 'em, we get active Yeah, fuck 'em, we get active, yuh We can get active, yeah Still got some active, yuh Fuck 'em, we get active, huh Fuck 'em, we get active

Ooh, yeah Lil Tjay So I'm skating off the scene in a foreign, see me goin' Me and YG up in Cali smoking GT out the bong (oh) Shawty pulled up in a thong, I don't know what she on (oh) If she ask to spend the night then I might give her what she want Yeah I got to put my Perc' in, it's workin' Lil' Mama, say she nervous, yeah, sure bitch I just want a lil' mountain, lip service Treat the pussy like a house, she want insurance I'ma fuck her good one time, let her unwind She gon' tell me where to come at, I'ma comply Put my thumb up in her yeah, yeah, she gon' jump high I'ma fuck her like a madman, I ain't even mad, man She gon' do a handstand for a standing ovation She rep my red flag, I call her rosacea She get the pedi and the manicure, but no facial Natural beauty, I'ma call your mother, "Mother Nature" Under the covers, she know Tunechi like the Undertaker Girl, that's my pussy, she say, "Daddy, that's an understatement" I got it leaking like a bootleg She call me Tunechi, when we fuck, she call me Tunechi I got up out my Birkin, it's workin' She said she a virgin, it's hurtin' But she ain't never show me love when my pockets hurtin' Now she see a nigga on, she fucking and slurping And they see me puttin' on and it got them nervous We don't never need to ball, I did it on purpose And I used to play the block with the fiends Got some knots in my jeans If a nigga talk hot, we gon' pop for his bean (nah-nah) I'm coming strong and they knew that You ain't no competition, boy, don't think you wanna do that (I'm like) You had your chance, but you blew that (Lil Tjay) Everybody asking who that? (Oh, no, no, no, no) The fuck going on? Someone in my circle started leaking all my songs I'ma stay ten toes, I'ma still go strong I don't get these snake niggas, we just can't get along So I'm skating off the scene in a foreign, see me goin' Me and YG up in Cali smoking GT out the bong Shawty pulled up in a thong, I don't know what she on If she ask to spend the night then I might give her what she want Fuck her one time, maybe two times if she do fine Make your boo mine, I'm in the stu', this my new grind I'm cooking up, I'm cooking up, ain't tryna lose time I shoot it up, don't give a fuck, ain't tryna lose mine Gangbang, growing up I was Stain Gang Stain Gang, promise I was only tryna maintain Lil Tjay SB, that's the gang gang Ask about me, bet they tell you how my name ring And I know they gon' hate 'cause I'm up now I'm at the point where I don't really give a fuck now Free the guys, I'ma say it 'til they touch down One day everybody have a bustdown So I'm skating off the scene in a foreign, see me goin' Me and YG up in Cali smoking GT out the bong Shawty pulled up in a thong, I don't know what she on If she ask to spend the night then I might give her what she want Fuck her one time, maybe two times if she do fine Make your boo mine, I'm in the stu', this my new grind I'm cooking up, I'm cooking up, ain't tryna lose time I shoot it up, don't give a fuck, ain't tryna lose mine Yeah Gang, gang, pulling up I was Stain Gang, Stain Gang Promise I was only trying to maintain Lil Tjay, SB, that's the gang, gang Lil Tunechi, YMB, that's the gang, gang And I know they gon' hate 'cause I'm up now I'm at the point, I don't really give a fuck now Free the guys, I'ma scream it 'til they touch down Lil Tjay, SB, that's the gang, gang

Okay we walk off in this bitch (yeah) Ballin' in this bitch (okay) Hoppin' out of Lambos and Ferraris in this bitch Poppin' bottles with a thick red super model bitch They may talk a lot of that but they can't do alot of this Ay, Rico told me turn the lights on (turn the lights on) So I grab the Audemar and threw the ice on I'm a big dawg, got em pissed off A lot of niggas rapping, ain't none this raw They like, "Ay, look at T.I., ballin' in the V.I. Bunch of bad bitches with him looking like Aaliyah" We just pull up, hop out Go in, show out Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt The club full of bad bitches and they came to play Okay it must be your ass 'cause it ain't your face Now if you looking for them bottles and them stacks girl Then make your way up to my section where it's at girl Okay now do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal ticket? Broke nigga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it Get right hoe, roll a dice hoe And y'ain't gotta be a dyke 'cause you like hoe But everyday I step behind a wall I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me And a bucket full of bottles, buss it open If you wanna get drunk (turn the lights on) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ball, ball, ball, ball (yeah, Tip) Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ain't no nigga like a Young Money nigga Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger Shake that ass like a salt shaker I keep a L lit up like an elevator Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse I throw that dick like darts Drink all muddy, flag all bloody I'm killin' these hoes like that nigga Ted Bundy I'm a good looking rapper, I ain't tryna stunt I'm a fire my blunt like Donald Trump Where you at hoe? Where you at hoe? Can a nigga stick his key up in ya back door (turn the lights on) Tunechi This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt And do ya thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim And come around, wipe me down like Boosie (free Boosie) Now back that thang up for me, show me that you love me If it's really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains She let me drill all in her mouth, no Novocaine Them other broke niggas, all they did was told ya thangs I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs I like my women fat, ass pretty toes and thangs Long hair don't care as long as none down there If it's manicured I can have fun down there Take you to whatever club throw some money in the air This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (haha) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (yeah) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (yeah, yeah) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt (Young Mula baby) Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt