Levels

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Man all you pussy niggas drive me crazy Make me sick to my stomach, I feel nauseated All you haters hold hands and jump off a building I could still taste her pussy, memorabilia Backpack full of artillery One me, no equivalent These niggas acting like lil bitches I don’t understand this shit, Like you scribbled it Took her clothes, step back and exhibit it Then tear her ass up like a parking ticket The end of the road is at walking distance Have to get that blood off my hands, left the faucet drippin In yo face like a airbag in a car collision My weed man so consistent I’m stayin rich, tryin not to make poor decisions Everything I do I plan it out like a solar system Nigga if you clumsy you gon slip and fall a victim to me Your bitch is sendin' naked pictures to me Then she shoot over to my house, I scoot over in a bed I shoot off in her mouth then she bit the bullet uh Skatin on em like I’m Lil Wayne And the weed so strong I can feel veins Write it down, take a picture, now I feel framed The drugs got me so numb I can’t feel ashamed And my girl at home with the mood swings Girl I gotta make a few runs like Usain Wish I had a penny for my thoughts for some loose change Hungry niggas going at yo neck for that food chain Drop some pills that make me sleepy Hoes creep me in they Teepee I hope that pussy taste like kiwi Hope it’s nicer than Tahiti, hopin I could get a freebie Leavin a nigga body floatin with a mouth full of seaweed What's in my Louis backpack, that’s E.T Snitches give me the heebeegeebees I hope they’ll disappear, where the fuck is Houdini? I got niggas on my side, you got niggas on yo back I’mma yell timber, money grow on trees Money over queens, fuck you blow me I sit back enjoy the breeze, hoes prettier than please I don’t really do shit but sit back and call the shots She poured out her heart, I had it on the rocks Red beam on yo head, that’s a cherry on top You don’t wanna keep your cool, I know niggas that’ll die uh I danced with the devil in my dreams When I wake up I still hear the same song Make me wanna blow a motherfucker brains out Flood warning nigga, I’m about to brainstorm Lil nigga I’ll take yo main ho, make her call her homegirl, make em share the same dick It’s that motherfuckin Dedication 5, I just hope I’ll be alive to see a Dedication 6 Lil Tunechi [Verse 2: Vado] Ayo it’s levels to this shit, levels to this shit Been doing MIA since Levels was the shit And niggas know I’m on another level with this shit I’m pedaling the 6, full metal when it hit All I need is a shovel and a ditch You done dig me a hole then you show me where it is Run in his home and show me where the kids Put one in his dome while he going in his fridge That’s me, him nigga Black piece AP, gold trim nigga Black jeans, grey tee, old Tim’s nigga Backstreet, everything go for 10 nigga Keep quiet, beef we deep fry it I’m in the streets like Rodney King’s riots Mommy opposed their lead tight On that old bullshit, Pete Myers They scream and seize fire My audible like Godfather meets Wire A felon in the whip Rollin 3 6’s, devil on trips Shots whistled like a kettle when it’s lit I’m tryin to go ballistic, shadow in the ship Call the Barney Rubble in the whip Made her kick rocks, blow haze from ziplocks uh