Broward lyrics

[Intro]
(f*ck the fire, we got Grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)
Alright, Grease
b*tch, Ghetto Boyz sh*t
Hah, yeah, whew
Whew

[Verse]
Too much weight, broke the kitchen floor
Dope got the block hot like the kitchen stove
I just sold a whole bricky right on Fenton Road
We the hottest 'round this b*tch, I bet the city know
Broke her down off a Perc', she left tippy-toed
I done drunk too much Wock', man, my kidney gone
I can make a hundred thousand off any phone
I done f*cked the wrong b*tch, now my jimmy gone
If you ain't got no head for me, b*tch, leave me alone
Dog could've been great, but you teached him wrong
I cook dope good as hell, they didn't teach me wrong
Damn, I need a new plug 'cause they shipped him home
Now that's f*cked up
I used to sit on the block, now they come to us
We done made it to the top, man, they lovin' us
Talkin' sh*t on these beats help me run it up
Ask me what I made off rap, sh*t, a hundred plus
And that's all facts
I swear to God, I'm poppin' dog if he call back
Two thousand blues in the backpack, what you call that?
I ain't tryna beef with dog 'nem 'cause they all rats
I don't condone none of that f*ck sh*t
This b*tch tryna ride, I only picked her up to suck di*k
I got a bad heart, no, I can't trust sh*t
I'm Lil Wayne, skate down the block, rockin' truck fit
Thirty stick pokin' out my— alright
Thirty stick pokin' out my pocket, we in public
Before I ever made a rap song, I was hustlin'
You ever beat a b*tch down then find out she your cousin?
sh*t, I did
Hah, let me tell you 'bout this one sh*t that I did
b*tch ain't eat the c*m, so I nutted on her eyelid
b*tch FaceTime her friend like, "Try this"
Killer walked in with a pint, I'm finna buy this
Grease, hand me a cigarette, I'ma light this
Beat a n*gga ass on a plane, I'm a flight risk
Yeah, my b*tch skinny, but her ice thick
The plug just hit me with a bag that was priceless
It's time to turn way back up, hit the light switch
I'm in Atlanta with the dog like I'm Mike Vick
I'm lookin' for a new stuffer, who got license?
b*tch so infatuated how the ice hit, that's a nice kit
You gotta know I'm poppin' sh*t on sight, I don't fight sh*t
Slap said we can change our lives with the right mix
Threwed a left jab and missed, caught his ass with a right hit
Ten-milli' hit him in his head, left him lifeless