Verse 1: Nat Blaxxx
I guess niggaz is wildin cause I speak breezy
And these bitch niggaz get tight when I come at weezy
Weezy you a fake don't even try to get rough
Got a pack ink on ya chest yet you know you ain't tough
You a bitch and ya whole style is a bluff
Couldn't take Cass if ya life depended on it
Cause ya cheap talk ain't enough
21 guns packed to show up and blow up
Ya whole perpatrating squad that we know of
You ain't change man you used to be a bitch now you blow up?
Hell naw niggaz don't change they just alternate
It's about time ya fake side come and call a break
Don't ya think?
Time to body a nigga
Ain't it about time for my shotty to cop triple figures
Cash Money we hurry you scabs
Lemme hop off this track so I could come and bury you crabs

Verse 2: Baby B
My man Blaxxx came up to me like "You heard how Weezy felt?"
I'm like damn that ain't true famz
Ain't he that bitch nigga that shot himself
From that moment on my heart stopped
Weezy he that fake nigga reppin 5
He need to get popped for the albums he dropped
Nigga need to get knocked
Damn I think this nigga need to get locked
Or put on da block smokin a rock
Suckin a cock
I could say Pac Biggie and HOV but ya name don't rock
Think he hot cause he grippin a glock
Dumb ass can't even use it
He live out his fantasy life in his music
Got so far into his shit now this nigga abuse it
You a lame ass nigga
No skill in the game ass nigga
You like Bird you the same ass nigga
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Hop off the train ass nigga
The type to get slain ass nigga
You the best?
Nah famz I don't know who decide
Up to this point ya whole career ain't been shit but lyrical suicide
Who am I?
Ya enemy ask why
I'm that nigga that's gone be standin over ya corpse when you die

Chorus x2:
Cash Money fell he ain't nothin money
All these niggaz talk on da scale like it ain't nothin Sunny
Talk about bitches and money you fags
You pop pills not pussy I should hurry yo ass
Talk about a blood now you know you a bunny
Check this bitch nigga past
You ain't smellin somethin funny x2

Verse 3: Sunny
Sunny here goin for the money there
Ain't got that much shit to say about the bunny here
Yeah Weezy you need a shrink
On my block niggaz get dropped for the shit that you think
You think that boost ya character that shit that you think?
You a flat sale wit a wack pale
Of shit under ya belt nigga you wack now
When I'm gone ain't one nigga missin me
Shouldve stuck wit Juvenile cause ya rap game is history

Chorus x4:
Cash Money fell he ain't nothin money
All these niggaz talk on da scale like it ain't nothin Sunny
Talk about bitches and money you fags
You pop pills not pussy I should hurry yo ass
Talk about a blood now you know you a bunny
Check this bitch nigga past
You ain't smellin somethin funny x2