young money hospital i am so sick kill you and your dogs you can call me mike vick i mma get get silly sick sick with it foolish like shawty lo and i mma get get it stick shift kitted maserati orange got my top let back with the kamikaze doors hoes all over me crazy no controlin me i hop up in them draws and put that dick up in her ovaries gudda bitch you know it s me i spit cooked coke so when i rap it comes out like a quarter key conduct disorderly 44 bulldogs barkin start sparkin and rip out your arteries uhh umm fresh off the carter 3 money ain t a thing mothafucker its the only thing ha ha bitch dont bother me my car so big the license plate says pardon me yeah louie v lokes on and my jewelry just singin like a slow song young moola bitch you fuckin with some soldiers hoorah bitch hollygrove gangsta mixtape mangler wheels on the coupe lips bigger than tapangas two middle fingers you dont know my anger better call the rangers but you gon need the angels no homo i got money out the anus and i got the girls screamin please lil wayne us let me explain this im like travis barker i got stripes im strapped and im famous i tell myself you ought to be shameless i pop a pill and now i feel painless and i mma shoot that if i aim this and i ain t talkin bout no motherfuckin sidekick like i fuck that other side bitch east side i ride around you know who you ride with then im at the hospital if you survive it then im at your funeral just to see ya body pussy nigga i m a hitman and when it come to pussy nigga i m a clit man haha shit man i got your girl on my arm like a wrist band and anything i do my clique can they can lean on me like a kick stand i mma take us to the top and know its not a rumor its the rock