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La da da, hey, hey, goodbye
Uh, Fiji water, granddaddy purp
Excuse me, I let the semi automatic burp
Blood gang muthafucka call me red alert
Young Carter kill in order who get it first
Stuff that girl with dick ‘til her head burst
Young Wizzle flow needles I can thread shirts
Boy, you ain’t did shit, I den said worst
Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst
Uh, Fiji water O-G Kush
I drink verses and eat hooks
Got the stove on my waist and we cooks
I’m in the way, you can’t pass like Aaron Brooks
President ride the car slow
I let my driver drive, I'm on part four
Spit hangin’ from my mouth retard flow
And I say what I want like an award show
I’m on some shit that ain’t even came out the ass yet
Sit back and watch the green grow like the grass wet
Young or old, there ain’t no comparing me
I just cleared that up, moment of clarity, uh
La da da, hey, hey, goodbye
Uh, I'm about to go almonds
Young head-bussa, get ya helmets
You niggas real soft, what is that velvet
I get big chips, you get Alvins
Uh, I'm about to go walnuts
We get seven-digit money, you can call us
Hit ‘em wit’ the choppa, watch ‘em ball up
Paint ya face red, you all dolled up
Yeah, young nino nigga
Do it for my team, Tim Tebow, nigga
I’m killing this shit, grim-reap flow, nigga
Gettin’ swallowed by the Maybach, deep-throat nigga
Uh, I'm about to go Planters
I’m still in my prime Deion Sanders
We all gamblers, I will not lose
Flow precious as diamonds, I drop jewels
Uh, gimme mine, I’m a take mine
Smoke the purple, I heard it to the grapevine
Weezy baby, a.k.a your highness
I just killed this shit, moment of silence, uh
La da da, hey, hey, goodbye
(But I ain’t finished, uh-uh, No Ceilings, muthafucka, yeah)
Uh, I'm in the zone like a fast-ball
And I fucked the game up like a bad call
Let the money stack, don’t let the cash fall
Bars all day, no last call
Uh, I'm in the red zone, nigga
Wake up in the morning with ya head gone, nigga
Birdman Jr. wings spread on niggas
Leave the beef in the streets
And bring the bread home, nigga
Yeah, tell the doctor, step aside please
Dr. Carter gasoline in your IVs
Strong dry weed
Make my eyes bleed
Strong arm wrap
I rock an iron sleeve
Uh, I'm in the zone like the secondary
No lie, bitch, I'm flier than a pet canary
I’m a dog on the beat, fuck the veterinary
Two women praise me like Mary-Mary
Uh, I'm in the zone like college ball
Spit fire like I'm sippin’ on a Molotov
Loose bowels, this shit so easy
(I might send this to the mixtape, Weezy)
Uh, ha ha ha ha ha
La da da
No Ceilings
Hey, hey (yeah), goodbye
Ha ha
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