On My Own - Chopped & Screwed

Yeah, hit me with the snares, Fresh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, just the snares, Fresh
Ch-ch-ch-ch, I like the snares,  Fresh
Ch-ch-ch-ch,  I'ma ride the snares all the
Way though this thing right here
Drum section Weezy Baby once again
What up? This is what they call me, Dutch!

Eagle, Eagle Carter man
In a '96 Regal contraband
On my way to the east to the laundromat
Got to wash that money and get on my ass
Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast
I got to do something I done blown my last
Dollar holler at your boy on the avе
And that cheap perico is what
I'm known to have
Shit tеnd to be slow I put on the mask
And make it Halloween and take all your bags
I say Holly-hollygrove won't you
Go and stand up
And make these motherfuckers understand
I say
"Look coach they pitching at me under hand"
But I'm a designated hitter I adjust so fast
Ya'll men designing women, I'm a woman's man
I'm the Cash Money prince
Blow the trumpets band, and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But I'm a major set back when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot
I got that jet black four at ya mami's spot
I'm trying to get back door I demand it now
Yeah, panic now, you better pan it down
'Fore the neighbors they overhear
Me tear it down
Yeah it's Weezy F baby and his crown
The prince

This is my town, my home
This is my crown, my throne
This is me on my own let's get it on
This is my town, my home
This is my crown, my throne
This is me on my own let's get it on

And the handgun is so included
Don't get it confused I want no confusion
And keep ya ho I don't want your contusions
I make my hoes stop and
Let the dough keep moving
A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance
It's money over bitches that I
Am going to keep proving
It's Weezy F, I got ya momma groovin'
Out of all the Hot Boys
She say I'm the coolest
I bought my bag of oranges
It's time to juice it
This game is a bitch and
I'm trying to seduce it i floss
A awful lot of haters try and reduce it
But the laser on the 45 is eyeing you stupid
One shot to remind you who is
That fly little nigga that's
Behind the trigger, wizzle
I'm off chronic combined with liquor
But niggas'll never see me like Momma Tigger
A 80's baby a fighting nigga
I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga
I'm something you call pepper
Like a Viking slick see me over the viking
Stove I'm whitening bricks
Or in the middle of the
Shoot out untightening clips
Pop another one shoot back
While lighting a spliff
I do this you catching my drift
Representing with my section on
My belly and shit i am the prince

This is my town, my home
This is my crown, my throne
This is me on my own let's get it on
This is my town, my home
This is my crown, my throne
This is me on my own let's get it on

So roll the carpet out
'Cause you fucking with a nigga
From the royal South
See you either in or you out and if
You out stay in 'cause them warriors out
Those vultures, them cops
And the lawyers out
I just open up the gate and let my hoyas out
No nigga I never call your house
I'm probably somewhere taking Toya out
Not answering my phone, man
Ignoring ya spouse
She leaving messages about me
Enjoying her mouth
Hey I'm ready to knock a boy in the mouth
Give me the name naw better yet point him out
Hey, me and the streets got a joint account
I'm from the streets that you
Need to be warned about
New Orleans whoa they put the
Gat in your mouth
And we tote a lot of iron to flatten you out
Few roaches but never had no
Rats in this house
Never tell on one another leave
That in the house
Always been a small hustler
Moving my packaging out
I ever run into some trouble
Send them savages out
These niggas talking sweet I
Get them cavities out
I got graveyard fliers man
I'm passing them out
Hey bitch nigga get ya ass
On the ground and bow
Down to ya majesty now I am the prince