Lil’ Wayne – Shit Freestyle Lyrics


Sorry for the wait nigga

Glock forty for them fake niggas

Throw a party every day nigga

That’s an ordinary day nigga

Bad bitch in mi casa

No mi casa is su casa

My choppa go doom-da-da ay-ay-adda

[Verse 1]

Tunchi bitch on my Future shit

I’m too legit I sleep on a crucifix

I wake up cranky turn into a lunatic

Then shoot my bitch and buy orange juice and grits

Oozie clip I need another oozie clip

I shoot to kill these pussy niggas shooting bricks

I’m too for real your head just a souvenir

She want to get it off her chest but her boobs too big

I’m bumping Carter V on an Ipod

My bitch mad as hell cause it ain’t out yet

She said "soon as these niggas hear your new shit they gon’ have to give their styles back"

I say "you too crazy" she said "you too humble"

I say "you too baby" she said "you too sweet"

Then I ask do she go both ways

She said they so say love is a two way street

I say ooh

Talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty talk dirty to me

Treat that girl like cuisine she gon’ want to shoot scenes

Put my dick in museum I gon’ die on my feet

Never knees in the dirt never dirt on my knees

I’m just serving these fiends

I sell birds to the bees I sell birds to the trees

"Tune I heard you don’t sleep" I’m allergic to dreams

I don’t twerk but I tweak for that purp for that pink

Ya you see what I’m saying like you heard what I see

I’m a verbal disease I’m allergic to me

Been a turd on these streets since my curtains were sheets

Chefs on these beats I’m just stiring the grease

And bitch you in love when she working for me

I personally get you murdered this week

Like that blunt between my two fingers I’m at peace

Word I smirk when I squeeze

Trigger smart street smart I’m a nerd I’m a geek

I’m absurd I’m unique

Did my time at Cash Money time served and release

But this agent ain’t free word

That’s just word on these streets

But that shit is old news that shit yester-week

I’m just focused, focused on my expertise

They like "Tunechi you good" I’m like Bob yes sire

Don’t, I mean don’t, don’t question me let me breath

Dawg, big dawg, I cock back and shoot at your fleas

Money long tree trunk, now stand under me catch these leaves

I guarantee no guarantees but repeat what you heard you a dead parakeet

This Tunechi bitch your bitch Tunechi’s bitch

I fuck her on the balcony we watch the moon eclipse

We do the usual shit she gon’ need lube for this

Cause I’mma stick it in her maximus gluteus

We at the top of the world she like the view and shit

From up here everybody look the puniest

The coke got her all exuberant

She doing lines like a movie script

But these are true events lord

I’ll kill a nigga right now, I’ll put a nigga lights out

Then put a nigga’s body in an ice box

With holes in his body like socks

These niggas softer than, these niggas softer than nylon

So keep my name out your mouth I hope it taste like [?]

Looking up to the skyline

Thinking to myself you only live twice slime

And motherfuck you if you fight crime

I’m from a place where the high crime rate [?]

We put your ass on nigthtline

I’m on the grass like a python

These niggas looking at me

These niggas looking at me sideways

That’s because they on the sideline but they never try mine

Spinning like I’m sipping cyanide

Why my bitch sipping Mai Tai but she [?]

And I’m so sorry she said don’t be sorry

Then she said don’t apologize for shit cause you the shit and we know the Carter V the shit