Lyrics:

[Hook – Lil Mouse]
09, we tote - my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
I'm rollin', all my niggas rollin'
Keep that fuckin' red bandana, Hulk Hogan
I'm cuttin' up like scissors, coming down hard like blizzards
I'm getting head while they give me head
That's a head on collision
I'm all up in pill, I keep this shit trill
These niggas ain't for real
Like a fire drill
You ho on my back like I fuckin' feel fleel
That bitch make her pussy open and close like fish gills
I put all my niggas on
But some of them niggas gone
Them niggas callin' my phone
Leave me alone
I'm lightin' up that strong then pass it til I broke
Numbers don't lie
Except 5-0
Different colour truck for sharks
You niggas pull down your skirts
If I die off these purps
But a bad bitch in my hearse
My hoes lift up their shirts
I'm high as Captain Kirk
If we run out of work
We rap like Burke

[Hook x2 – Lil Mouse]
09, we tote - my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

[Verse 2 – Lil Mouse]
Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him
If you disrespect them, then you gone meet them
My niggas rollin for seetah, that bitch going, she a eater
She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater
his squad move burbons, yea nigga on feedback
.30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man
Go for them, fuck man; I'm rolling with my hitters
I'll send my hitters out to go get you
Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands
Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance
Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands
Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance
Niggas talking shit in the club, he better watch his self
Melly got the .30 on his hip, he gone need some help
I'm a gangster, nigga, and I could do this shit my fucking self
Pistol to his melon; it ain't gone be nothing left

[Hook x2 – Lil Mouse]
09, we tote - my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

[Verse 3 – Lil Wayne]
Runnin' up with my gangstas, runnin' up in this yella hoes
Everybody wanna fuck my bitch
Her pussy lips like heaven doors
It's pussy money and kush
Skateboards and shroom
These niggas think they the shit
These niggas perfume
Highly grove, so highly grove
On my road so highly grove
I'm sick with it, I've been diagnosed
We don't cut the coke, that's diet coke
These niggas broke, I'm paid in full
Blood game, Redbull
My tongue like a serve board
Her pussy like a way pool

[Hook x2 – Lil Mouse]
09, we tote - my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

D4 ho