Lil Wayne - Dont Shoot Em Lyrics

Black out my red bandana
Dressed in all red like Santa
Me and Tune riding in the Phantom
Spiked out my Pineapple Fanta
My flows sick like cancer
Doing the drugs at a random
Bitch I ball like Amber
Keeping one in the chamber
F*cking your bitch in the Hamptons
Checking my diamonds, nothing fugazi
All of you niggas is shady
Crack flow, 80s baby
Hella wavy on them hoes
Pop a perc on them hoes
Giver her something for her nose
All them bitches down to roll
Swerving all in your lane
Dont crash, feel the pain
Dope music in my veins
Skating on em with Lil Wayne

Way too much ice now I'm skating on em
Flexing I pull out the Wraith homie
He saving these hoes put a cape on him
New freezer the water my neck homie
Pronto took her to the condo
I'm balling on niggas like Lonzo
Too foreign you dont get no convo
Too rich I dont need no broke hoe
Sprite in the Pineapple Fanta
Kill every song like cancer
Put it in the lock do damage
Once I f*ck a bitch she vanish
I bust on her boobies
Pull out the camera we making a movie
Look up to Lil Tunechi
I came out the trap now I smoke out a cutie
She graduated but the head stupid
Might tell my shooter go and do it
Off the lot had a top gone lose it
And they all taking pictures they groupies
F*ck the Patek, she a real model but I just want the neck
Give me a sec, big jet on the way to a check

Okay, okay, okay, me and your bae soulmates
But if that hoe disobey, it's back to Chipotle
Beat that pussy up, no foreplay, Oscar De La Hoya
She ride this dick like horse play
I send her back bowlegged
She go right, left, she go both ways
When he asked she say "no way"
I can make her play her role and roleplay
I can make a redbone feel rosé
AK leave his head gone with no face
Wutang, my killers Ghostface
All my AKs 24K and Gold Diggers dig your grave
Okay, Tunechi Keyser Söze
Smoking that gas need rolaids
Sippin lean fast that's slow pace
If the bitch bad I showcase, okay
100 thou cash on the pillowcase
One in each hand that's lifting weights
This dick make a bad bitch richocet
Your bitch is in here swallowing like Minute Maid
God damn, okay okay okay
D.E.A., D.O.A
I aim right at your shades, then let off that roach spray (brrr)
Y'all boys soft as crochet, I take off with no brakes
I try not to leave no trace, but I dripped sauce the whole way
Damn, I'm a boss I pay me
I got lost like KD
I go off like Dray Green
Pop a perc go KG
Man I'm unwired like Dre Beats
Repping them big big big B's
All y'all drenched restin in peace
Dedication 6 sick six feet
Six shit
Medication quick quick quick please
I'm impatient Imma need a MD
The doctor said all I need is M-E
Your thot in here tryna get me tipsy
Your thot in here tryna give me hickeys
And now she's tryna tell me how to live free
Never let a stripper give you tips please
That's some six shit

The craziest shit Nicki has ever bought for me as gift was a pair of shoes.
The shoes look like uh my teeth.
That's definitely..and uhm I've actually never worn 'em.
They like a pair of shoes where you know you always set them bitches out the night befo' you're like
yeah I'm definitely wearin them tonight...
and then soon as its time to get ready, you like now this is not the event for these type a shoes.
And uhm.. yall already know the type of events I go to.
So, if I feel like the event ain't enough for the shoes then you know it's a crazy ass pair of shoes.
Shout out my girl Nicki, she coulda just bought me a picture of her.
You know...I won't say what kind of picture.
You know what I mean--if it's for my birthday or Christmas.. know what I mean