Lil’ Wayne – We Ready Freestyle Lyrics

gotta holla at them niggas

I come thru like move bitch, get out tha way

for t pull this glock out and stick dead in ya face nigga

a young wild nigga

don’t crack a smile nigga

i pull it out and start bustin’ in the crowd nigga

and i do it for my gangsta niggas

don’y give a fuck run in the club a nigga (shit)

and look i keep it gangsta on the regular

stay in ya place gutta ten steps ahead of ya

snitch rattin muhfuckas call ’em federals

get the fuck out my way, that’s what ya better do

or that berretta leave that lead up in ya sweater dude

i leave ya stupid ass dead up in the woods dude

i’m so hood dude

got that escalade riddin’ 22 shoes

who want it with tha sqad nigga we could clash crews

bitch we bad news

stay ya distance lil nigga we will smash you

get out a pact young money’s on a cash root

i’m on that inny v-twizzy blowin’ past you

it’s the young slim high yellow bad dude

get at me get at me

weezy baby

man i’m a g-a-n-g-ster

take it to the streets say when he scurred

t-streets let me see you make the z skiiiirt

fee-fee go and lace the weed with the syrup

weezy, don of the sqad nigga bow down

excuse yaself from the table we bout to chow down

we bust up in this bitch wit our smiles down

oh wow wow glock cock 4-4 pow pow

got a lion in the engine wit the loud growl

little kids and pets run from the roaw roaw

say round we bout to bring it back to our town

man shit bout to go down down

supa got that brown now

and little stacky got them pounds now

wodie, we got money from the floor to ceiling

homie talk slick we got money on the floor we bout to kill him

put money on my flow man i’ma win it

fee i got us papi, u could sit back and put ya feet up

i’ma make sure we all eat my nigga feed up

and u could catch me g’d up

at the stage at the club tosssin g’s up

or at the table wrappin’ ki’s up

they tell me i could make it rappin put them ki’s up

but i’m like 25 ki’s up

the streets is tuff,

man i gotta get these peeps they stuff, it’s a hot summer

u could still catch me and stunna in a 4 door lexus

it’s only weezy baby no more extras

and u know he bout to buy me a 4 door testa’ (testarosta)

just cuz he’s impressed wit my solo effort

i show no care for, those who left us

fuck those fellas i’m so rebellious

i show no remorse

when u see me hold ya thought’s or we gon’ hold court

and i know u don’t wanna hold court

i bust up in this bitch wit a k and bang out the whole court