BlocBoy JB – Go DJ (Lil Wayne Tribute) lyrics

[Intro]
What the fuck
What the fuck, Haha, yuh
Crip, crip, uh, uh, crip
Crip, crip, uh, uh, uh, crip
Crip, crip, uh, uh, uh, crip
Crip, crip, uh, uh, uh, crip

[Verse 1]
Won a BET, I got my strap in the award shows
Diamonds up on Ten-Seventeen, Gucci and Pablo
Fresh in Versac-o
Chine, it's a light show
Try to take it from me, Imma stomp you like a cockroach
Gu-Gu-Gucci boots, that's at least twelve-hunnid
Y-Y-You can't get this shit, you ain't making no money
You gon' rob who? You ain't taking nun' from me
Gave a bit' 'bout fifteen-hunnid', she gon' make that shit back for me
New Stingray, Imma speed race
San Andreas we gon' do it, just like CJ
I got a gun but I ain't gon' use it, that's a dis-play
That's why everytime I see you, you go this way
They say that I'm broke, well I'm bringing out the racks again
They say that I'm a ho, till I pull up and I blast again
The Bloc trap oh, all this work that I be traffickin'
They took me on a boat, just to go srve some Africans

[Bridge]
My nigga I be fre-re-re-re-fresh, fre-re-re-re-fresh
My nigga I be fre-re-re-re-fresh, fre-re-re-re-fresh
My nigga I be fre-re-re-re-fresh, fre-re-re-re-fresh
My nigga I be fre-re-re-re-fre-re-re-re-fre-re-re-re-fresh
Aye

[Verse 2]
Bank account got area codes, just like a phone number
Get your shot from area codes, call that a long jumper
I got a bay-area ho, she let me long pump her
She eat the meat, I beat the sheets, and now she in a long coma
She eat the meat, I beat the sheets, and now she in a long coma
She eat the meat, I beat the sheets, and now she in a long coma
She eat the meat, I beat the sheets, and now she in a long coma