Throwed Off

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] Yeah, okay, I walk up in the club, Louies with the cherry bottoms Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body You know what I do, I get straight to the mula Wristwear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller I’m reppin’ Young Mula, Gudda times two, I Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box Now I got two large accounts Where money stacks in large amounts What the fuck you niggas talking 'bout? 'Cause we ain’t tryin' to talk it out Pistol hangin’ out my jeans, it ain’t a thing, let's spark it out Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I’m out Yeah, you know what I’m sippin’, purple got me trippin’ Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard I’m on South Beach chillin’ and I’m tryin’ to fuck every hottie Get her to the crib and make her fuck everybody You know the team, it’s Young Money over everybody In the rap game, so it’s, "Fuck everybody" [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Married to the MOB, bury you alive My girl pussy feel like Heaven to a God And I came in this bitch with my niggas Kidnap the baby and the fuckin’ babysitter, yeah I be doing me, don’t give a fuck 'bout what you doing Blood gang, bitch, big Bs, Boston Bruins I could do this shit eyes-closed, nothin’ to it Bullets fuck your body up, they ain’t even tryna view it I go tough, I go stupid Murk your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots with Fuck you with a pool-stick, make you swallow toothpicks Fuckin’ right we ruthless, we done watched too many movies Done smoked too many doobies, murk you out, then deuces We don’t know what truce is, that bulletproof vest so useless Flag red like bruises, shoot at ya head with them Uzis I swear, your honor, I ain’t a dealer, I’m a user, ya dig? I load up the Sig, point it at ya wig Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge We don’t give a fuck and we ain’t never did Shit, three words you never hear? "Let him live" I’m in my own zone, it got me throwed off I break these bitches down, I break these hoes off Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tape Public apology, Sorry 4 the Wait Yeah