Freekey Zekey Ft. Lil Wayne & Jha Jha Beat Without Bass Lyrics

Lil' Wayne:
I got my capital S-wagger up, ya dig
Young Money, Cash Money, Dipset Byrdgang
Where the team at
(Welcome To Dipset baby)

Verse 1
Lil' Wayne:
Okay my leather so soft but don't think I ain't *hard*
b____ say "Weezy make it rain" I said "b____ I ain't god"
But I am God's son but you know I ain't Nas
See he got a positive aim and I aim *nines*
Man Lil' Weezy got a star that even I can't find
Man some s___ just be so hard I be like that line ain't mine
And if that is under a gram than that line ain't mine
And if you n____z talkin' war, well b____ it's combat time
Hey, I take three L's to the head
Love, live, life, and I'm dead
Young Money, Dipset, that's what this is
And if I ain't good lookin' you can bet my b____ is
I done made it off Apple Street
Like it was 2300 Jackson Street
Young Money, can't join 'em nor beat 'em
Where the f___ is Robin Leach when you need him
A rich n____ can't even buy freedom
That's why I give my white b____es everything but freedom
I do my white b____es anything but beat 'em
And if they like rat poison, then I'ma feed 'em
I'm so sophisticated
Fresh from Antarctica, my wrist just made it
I'm rich b____, I ain't broke no more
But I will still chop you up and feed your a__ to the poor
Weezy, I'm 'bout my cream like a smore
You old a__ rappers better stay on tour
You're like 44, I got a .44
I'm 24, I can murk you and come home when I'm 44

Hook
Freekey Zeekey:
What's a beat without bass
Chain hangin' to the d___ n____ all them diamonds in the face
A homie get in Dips s___e then I'ma show 'em .38s
When we ride this 25, scrapin' dat raw base yeah
(Repeat)

Verse 2
Jha 'Jha:
Dade County get it girl
5 riders wit' it girl
You don't want no problems, don't you know we ridin' wit' it girl
Dudes love me, say I got a hell of a swag
See me hoppin' out them Coupes, Benz's, Bentley's, and Jags
With *Balenciaga* bags and some lil' skimpy s___
Got a lil' bit of a__ so they focus on my t__s
It's the jewels that I wear, and the gleam on my wrist
And she rock her real hair, run ya fingers through this s___
I am something like *the s___*
Any n____ I will pimp
Ya ain't got my money honey hit him wit' a hollow tip
See Freekey is crazy, insane, and hazy
And that's my big brother so do not try to play me
It's gon' be some'n shawty, the Set is in the buildin'
Throw yo' B's up shawty, Patron is in my system
And that sweet stuff shawty, the zone is what I get 'em
When I'm geeked up homie, yeah

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Verse 3
Freekey Zeekey:
This is how we ride, so high, drunk drive
Got the pistol-grip get 'em gangstas fo' life
We them chedda-makin' villians, shorty give me ride
Got a big Mossberg and it fire from the shells make you stop, drop, and pop it
c___ the hammers, send the rocket, blow a socket
I won't stop it, Go-Go Rocket, hit your body or in bocket
Toys pocket, sort of profit off his top and call them Gnostic
Take the profits, stack our toppers, don't get popped
And get to shoppin', nuthin' less than 20 dog, we call 'em birdies
We call 'em big Shucky-Duckies, we grizzlies, you tellin' toughies
Get busy with heavy money, you s___ty, prolly all funky
You prolly some type of junkie
I'll probably sold you the monkey
Listen fall back d___, you don't wanna get stripped
You don't wanna see the Dips straight f___ yo' b____
You don't wanna see your jaw cracked, barrel from the Smith
That pain'll make your body twitch, the world'll hear you saying "AY"
Freekey

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