Levels - Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)/Vado

Man all these psy niggas drive me crazy

Make the sick to my stomach I feel nausiated

All you haters hold hands and jump off the building

I can still taste her psy memory belia

Back Pack fulla artillery

One need no equivalent

These niggas acting like little b**ches

I don't understand this sh*t like you scribled it

Take a close off step back and exhibit it

The tare a** up like a parking ticket

The end of the road is in walking distance

If I had to get that blood of my hands left the fosit Dripping

In your face I got air bag in the car collision

My w**d man so consistent

I stand rich tryin' not to make pour decisions

Everything I planned it out like a solar system

Ni**a if you clumsy you go sleepy fallin victim to me

You b**ches system b**ches like you system to me

The sh*t you rover to my house I scoot over in the bed

I shoot off in her mouth and she bit the bullet

Uh skate on em like I'm little Wayne

And the w**d so strong I could feel pain

Wrote it down take a picture now I feel afraid

The drug got me so numb I can't feel ashamed

And the girl in my home with the move swaing

Girli gotta make a few runs like you sayin'

B**ch I had a penny from my dog from some new change

Hungry niggas going at your neck for that full chain

Pock some fools that make me sleepy

Hoes treat me and they tippy

I hope that psy taste like Kiby

Hope it's nice to do the tahitty hopin I could live it freely

Live a ni**a by the flow with a mouth full of

What's at my Louie bag that's itty

Snitches give me the hibby G b's

I hope they just appeal where te f**k is just

I got niggas on my side you got niggas on your back

I'm a young timber money growin trees money over queens

F**k you blow me I say back enjoy the breeze

Hoes pretty and then please

I don't really do sh*t but seat back and call the shots

She poured out the heart I had it on the racks

Red beam on your head that's a cherry on top

You don't wanna keep it cool I know niggas that will doubt

Uh I dance with the devil in my dreams

When I wake up I still hear the same song

Make me wanna blow motherf**ker brains out

Flow want a ni**a I'm about to brain storm little ni**a

I'll take your main hoe make her call a home

Girl make the shadder say dick

It's the motherf**king dedication five

I just hope I be alive to see a dedication six

Lil Tune

What up Slam

Hey yo what's level to the sh*t

Level to the sh*t

Been doin in my A sis levels with the sh*t

And niggas though I'm on another level in this sh*t

Ain't petal with the six full metal on the hit

All I need is a shavel in the ditch

You to dig me a whole and you show me where it is

Running the show and show me where the kids

Oull one in his dome why he going in this fridge

That's me hit ni**a

Back peas AP go trip ni**a

Black jeans great team old teams ni**a

Back street everything go for teen ni**a

Keep quiet BF we defy

I'm in the streets like running the king's rights

Mami the bals that we retire

On that old b******t P Myers

They scream and seez fire my auto ball like god father

I'm fallin in the whip roll the three six devil y'all in trips

Shots whistle like a cattle in his lip

I'm tryin to go ballistic shadow in his ship

Vaught the bonny in the whip

Made a kick ras bull hades from zip locks uh

What up Vado