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Gudda!
Okay, Iâm sippin on the syrup
Got a nigga moving slow
Iâm all about the money
What the fuck you think I do it for?
Bitch donât act like you donât know
Iâm killing all these rap niggas
Custom made casket for your motherfuckinâ funerals
Keep the women with me
Shit I gotta keep like two or more
Party everyday like we won the fucking Superbowl
Chillin wit my nigga Mack, he keep bitches handy
White girl on the table, let âem sniff the nose candy
When Iâm walking by the women say âWho is that nigga?â
I reply: âHi, I am Gudda Gudda, that niggaâ
I was raised in the home of the Cap Splitters
Whip on 24âs, watch it crawl like a caterpillar
I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal
And youâs a motherfuckinâ duck, Daffy Dill
Iâm from the school of Hard Knocks, where we scrap and kill
Pick the knife or gun and you can get the package deal
Iâm hot nigga, burning everything around me
I was lost for a minute, took a while but I found me
The streets say Iâm King, but the game will never crown me
Realist nigga doinâ it, just ask the niggas around me
So you canât size me up or try to clown uh
Shark in the water, jump in and Iâmma drown ya
New Orleans nigga, gun out, Iâmma down ya
Put niggas to sleep like a motherfuckinâ downer
Iâm a Great White, youâs a flounder
Fish and a bitch, I tuna everything around ya
U-Haul Gudda, moving everything around ya
Itâs Young Money bitch
At the top is where they found us nigga
Uhh, goons on deck
Marley donât shoot âem
Silence on the gun
Watch a nigga mute âem
The coach in the booth
Call me Jon Gruden
School these niggas, they all my students
All jokes aside, I ainât playinâ witcha
The weed broke down, like a transmission
The Choppa spin him round, like a ballerina
Bitch Iâm still spittinâ like I ate a Jalapeno
Iâm from Uptown, my bitch from Argentina
My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
Stunt so hard, itâs all yâall fault
And when it come to beef, give me A1 Sauce
I ainât worryinâ âbout shit, everything paid out
You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wadeâs house
With a high yellow thick bitch, with her legs out
Cash Money President but we in a red house
Who the fuck want it? Make my fuckinâ day
I blow your candles out, now nigga cut the cake
I gotta eat bitch, like a run-away
Yâall niggas ainât eatinâ, stomach ache
Okay, all these bitches and niggas still hatinâ
I used to be ballinâ, but now Iâm Bill Gateinâ
Fuckinâ with my iPhone, bumpinâ Illmatic
Iâm on the road to riches, thereâs just a lil traffic
Hair still platted, thugginâ is a habit
Keep my guitar, Hip Hop Lenny Kravitz
Bunch of bad bitches and I fuck âem like rabbits
Dope dick Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict