Big Bad Wolf

[Intro: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne]
I'ma just say this sh*t right here
The greatest mixtape series of all time
Uh-uh-uh-mmmm
Care to debate me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, sick sh*t
I thought so

[Verse]
Keep that sh*t on Twitter, y'all ain't lit, y'all litter
Keep that sh*t in your sh*tter or eat that sh*t, don't spit up, rrr!
Keep my bad b*tch did up, keep my main b*tch put up
Watchin' me do push-ups
She was playin' with herself and I looked up, damn
Your thot need to get her look up, uh
You plottin' on me, my foot up, uh
Your squad ain't hard, that's cushion, uh
That ain't sauce, that's puddin', uh
Tunechi across her bosom, damn
Shootin' up the jurors, damn
Don't name my pistol, I named the trigger
Benjamin Button, push him, bam!
Y'all just pus*y, get buried together and let 'em play footsie
Y'all just wussy, I got some bullies
Gon' pull up in hoodies and come take a look-see
Better play hooky, I got some hookers
Hookin' up with politicans and some athletes
And some college n*ggas, send your missus on all kind of missions
I'm the sickest n*gga skippin' doctors visits
But my pots is p*ssy, smokin' hockey sticky
Put a stockin' on my face and hit a lick and
When this sh*t get ugly, I go Pretty Ricky
I don't f*ck with rats, neither Minnie, Micky
I don't f*ck with cops, that's the piggly-wiggly
f*ck my b*tch's friends, and they friendly-friendly
While your b*tch givin' me her twenty-twenty
Like she tired of Mickey-D's, Wendy's, Denny's
Like she tired of Macy's, JC Penney's
I got b*tches gettin' tired of spendin', spend it
If we winnin', win it
I know dreamchasers that ain't never dreamt it
So I had to tint it and I had to rim it
And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny
It's the Blood gang, it's the money gang
Red rags to riches, need happy endings
Then it's back to bidness and we laugh at sentencin'
Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses
Hungry artists or starvin' artists
In the kitchen, restaurant and cafeterias
Don't make a difference if you taste the difference
Better pay the difference to the racketeers
Now your good luck lookin' like you crackin' mirrors
Now the artificial become sacrificial
That's a body count, where the mathematician?
Where the wettest clitoris and fattest nipples
With an ass that jiggle with a grab or tickle
With a throat deep enough to land a missile?
If your n*gga miss you, when he have opinions
Tell him two cents is only half a nickel
Now we at his villa aiming at his pillows
Hair triggers, fingers finna act like bristles
And I catch a triple, flip, kick, jiu-jitsu
Throwin' pool parties, she don't have a swimsuit
Neither of her friends do, I think that's official
Got my neighbor's eyes bigger than the Simpsons
And her man is simple so I had to pimp her
And she had potential but he lacked credentials
So give me a sec', I'll go at your neck
And send you back lookin' like the Dracula bit you, rrra!
Yeah, cannibalism goin' animalistic in a land of civilians
These n*ggas clones, copycats and chameleons
Once they dead and gone, no paraphernalia
When she left her thong, that's paraphernalia
Sound familiar? My plug's Sicilian
He the one who told me that sometimes
You gotta leave your la familia behind the millions
Rhyme or reason, I'm the reason
Got they eyes wide but too blind to see it
With friends like those
It make me text all my enemies and tell 'em I don't need 'em
Hallelujah, power intruders
b*tch walk around my house like Hooters
Towel user, power user
Molly mixed with white girl, Molly/Susan
n*ggas talkin' out their bowel movers
Turn they homies into flower choosers
Turn your kids into father choosers
Make your b*tch a widow and your mom a cougar
I'm a silent shooter with a silent shooter
Clap at you, if you don't die, I'll boo ya
Tell a doc that's tryna save your life
And runnin' wires through you, he could die next to ya, rrra!
I'ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter
Let her partner shoot it, we pull out the movie
Win awards, she got a Golden Globe head and an Oscar booty
n*ggas prostitutin'
These rappers ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t, not even 'bout pollution
Ain't got a house to live in, ain't got a pool to swim in
Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it
In route to Houston with a contribution
Full of Monster juices, monster too slow
Macho, Cujo, macho mucho
Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow, rrra!
I got a Greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo
Just follow the kupo and I know that you know
I'm hotter than soup, she still swallow my soup bowl
I'm out of my loophole, you out of the loop though
Got all these n*ggas on silent and mute mode
The power to do so, my pockets is sumo
Gettin' the mula by the minuto
Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno
Real boss n*gga, should model for Hugo
f*ck with me, I go Lolapaloozo
Pull up, trigger finger, holler and pull-o
Pow, pow, pow, sound like a symphony
Or opera, two-door, hittin' some new notes
And I am the maestro and you just a typo
Private flight, don't fly in too low
I'm wiser than you know, a private school flow
I got me a new ho and now it's a duo
One went to college and one went to ju-co
I had to ask 'em, what's four plus two though? Rrra!

[Outro]
My ultimate basketball dream team
The starting five would most likely be umm
Of course I'ma have to start with Kobe Bryant, umm
This gone take a minute, umm, Chris Paul
Uhh, Shaquille O'Neal, LeBron James
And umm, oh you know I'm gon say Steph Curry, hehe, Steph Curry
You already know that's my starting five, I got money on them
Holla at ya boy