always wondered your opinion on his verse on fat albert

this legit one of my fav verses OAT, yall know i love $pitta but wayne renegated him tf outta this world

yeah he slaughtered this s***. wish he was on more alc prod

Im illy, shirt softer than gillie
in a pair of gucci flip flops feeling free-er than willie

when them niggas left I
got a little bit chilly
but i just let it burn
like the end of the philly - WEEZY

"them niggas" - hot boys & gillie
Left I, Chilly - TLC (Left Eye, Chilli) reference
Let It Burn - Usher song believed to be written about Chilli
- also the name of the last Hot Boys album (Let Em Burn)
"Philly" - where gillies from referenced 5 bars ago

D3 goat bruh leaned out auto-tune Wayne at his finest

pull out an AK and pop you in your funny bone
laugh now, die later, motherfucker

Even deaf b****es say hi to me
She tell the blind b****es
She say I gotta see

me with no ice is like a prince concert that ain’t crowded

when them niggas left i got a little bit chilly but i just let it burn like the end of a philly

all of workin em lmao

It's Weezy F Baby come to take a s*** and urine
On the toilet bowl b****es, p**** ass niggas

“ I stick it in her ass like some f***ing steroids”

Spike a b**** drink like volleyball

Olive oil skinny b****es can’t get in the ride at all not at all

Who spilled it? Oh, my b**** guilty? Uber, Uber, Uber, she’ll be missed dearly

suck a n*gga d*** for an iphone 6
f*** my n*gga terry for a new blackberry

I take your father then zim Bob way/Zimbabwe

A Millie a Millie a Millie a Millie a mil a mil

on a serious note, this whole song

"Turn their homies into flower choosers
Turn your kids into father choosers
Make your b**** 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."

f***ing right im flexing on these pancake ass niggas

Uh, camo shorts and bubble kush
We can talk, she rather fuss

black and white diamonds f*** segregation

My trigger finger wise but my 9 dumb
Middle finger blind, so it's f*** A-N-Y-one
F***, skate, and die son, a hundred ways to die, son
I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm clocks, wake my high up
Stakes are high, well done, and prime cut; eat up
I stick my Rolie in her mouth, let the time come

I speak the truth I guess that's a foreign language to y'all

It was a full moon, when she turned around