Started - Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)

Y'all don't

Y'all don't want no problems up in here

These niggas wearin' dresses and y'all call me weird ni**a

Go in niggas pockets while we here

What kind of cologne do you wear because all I could smell is fear ni**a

Y'all don't want no problems up in here

Boy I'm from New Orleans were the d**e fiends kill niggas

Brains came out his f**king ear

I got a full clip I empty the whole thing up in here

Now I'mma keep a pill and a blunt

I might pass the motherf**ker but most likely I'mma flunk

Tell my b**ch I could do bad on my own

She say: you gon' miss me ni**a I say: b**ch the thrill is gone

I ain't drove it look better in the driveway

Married to the MOB man you niggas just some bridesmaids

B**ches give me head instead of playing mind games

Tattooed tears for my homies it's a cryin' shame

You could get a Dom P bottle to your face

Niggas just construction workers tryna build a case

Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait

Why your b**ch blowing me up If I answer I deflate

Motherf**ker I'm like: y'all don't want no problems up in here

I f**k her till she cry make that hoe drink her f**kin' tears

Lord I hope she swallow more than tears

Then her homegirl came in the room and volunteered

Man dreads hanging out the ski mask

Run up in your house the couch potatoes getting mashed

Run up in the kitchen get your stash out the oven

You wonder how we know Stop talking while you cuddlin'

Ain't nothing like some p**sy when you going through something

Just called a bad b**ch I said: “I'm going through something”

Bugatti sitting still look like it's going 200

P**sy ni**a keep your mouth closed like you chew onions

Motherf**ker I'm like: “y'all don't want no problems up in here”

Rather be judged by my jewellery not a jury of my peers

And I got some Kush to hide in her brassiere

Yeah and we only selling what the boat bring here ni**a

Y'all don't want no problems up in here

Cause I got shooters on the roof like some f**king reindeer

And I'm probably with the model of the year

I'm about to go Pac with the nose ring up in here

Uh lifestyles of the rich and famous

Young Money motherf**kin' Entertainment

And y'all know Marley got the chopper up in here

Yeah me myself and I the f**king Three Musketeers

Smoke like I f**king disappeared

Uh I check your p**sy a** and wait for it to clear ni**a

Tunechi everybody know your name like cheers ni**a

Started from the bottom now my whole team here ni**a

Tunechi

Yeah D5

What up five

I'mma worry 'bout me give a f**k about you

And just as a reminder to myself

Bust every single nut in her motherf**kin' mouth

I'm like: Lord I hope she swallow more than tears

Tunechi