Used To (feat. Lil Wayne)

Boys, now listen, we got more motherfuckin' TV screens On the outside the damn tour bus than on that motherfucker. Boys playin' Playstation We come through motherfuckin' hang gliding Off motherfuckin' Versace skyscrapers I don't get it, what more can you ask for? Yeah, sound sound sound Yeah, real 6 side shit Sickos, ah man Yeah, when you get to where I'm at You gotta remind 'em where the fuck you at Every time they talkin' it's behind your back Gotta learn to line 'em up and then attack They gon' say your name on them airwaves They gon' hit you up right after like it's only rap Jewels look like I found a motherfuckin' treasure map And ain't told no one where the fuck it's at Shout out to the G's from the ends We don't love no girls from the ends I'm gon hit 'em with the wham once again I'mma always end up as a man in the end, dog It's just apparent every year Only see the truth when I'm staring in the mirror Lookin' at myself like, there it is there Yeah, like there it is there man, whoo I ain't tryna chance it I be with the bands like a nigga went to Jackson State Or Grambling Young Nick Cannon with the snare drum, dancin' Watch the way I handle it, uh Bring it to the bedroom, you know that shit is candle lit She know I'm the man with it, uh With the bands like I must've went to Clark, went to Hampton I ain't playin' with it I ain't felt the pressure in a little while It's gonna take some getting used to Floatin' all through the city with the windows down Puttin' on like I used to They never told me when you get the crown It's gon' take some getting used to New friends all in their old feelings now They don't love you like they used to, man Way more gully gully than buddy buddy Never needed your acceptance, never needed nothin' You don't understand, I'm the only one to hear from You don't understand that it's me or nothin' Yea, I'm fuckin' glowin' up Shaq postin' up on niggas that I used to have posters of Real quick, man, you couldn't have hated that Let's be real, nigga, you couldn't have made it that Woah, dance our dance, watch me dance You're fuckin' with the best, man, I'm too advanced After this drop I got new demands Can't meet the terms, keep it movin' then Make sure the plane got a phone now So when we bout to land I can call to tell the wolves I'm home now I'll tell 'em link up at the valet at the Hazy Think I had the shit that had the city going crazy I ain't felt the pressure in a little while It's gonna take some getting used to Floatin' all through the city with the windows down Puttin' on like I used to They never told me when you get the crown It's gon' take some getting used to New friends all in their old feelings now They don't love you like they used to, man When you get to where the fuck I'm at You gotta remind 'em about where you been About all of the money that done came and went About the two cents I ain't never spent When they say you're too famous to pack a gat I gotta remind 'em about where I'm from Not about where I'm going, about where I've gone Stepping on a Swisher roach like a stepping stone Goin' at a nigga throat like a herringbone Boy, do I smell beef? Mmmm, pheromones Got a fuckin' halo over my devil horns Trap pumpin' all night like Chevron Suck a nigga dick for a iPhone 6 Fuck my nigga Terry for a new Blackberry You can get buried for a ounce of Katy Perry I was only five, but still remember the drought in '87 Lord tell 'em bitches I ain't got no times to play games with 'em I ain't got no time Tell her that I love her and I hate her in the same sentence I'm fuckin' her mind I got, mind control over Deebo Parmesan my panino Promethazine over Pinot And when my bloods start shootin' that's B-roll, bitch I ain't felt the pressure in a little while It's gonna take some getting used to Floatin' all through the city with the windows down Puttin' on like I used to They never told me when you get the crown It's gon' take some getting used to New friends all in their old feelings now They don't love you like they used to, man Let's just let bygones be bygones, okay? Let's just go ahead and just let bygones be bygones I pull up lookin' like a damn cyborg, weighin' 224 Oh man, these boys don't even understand Listen when you see OVO Jodi pull up on the scene with Drake For goodness sakes, well for goodness sakes You see this mixtape you listenin' to? This an album Yea, we could have, we could have sold it to you for 17.99 Or 29.99 with the shirt, buy it at the Target These motherfuckers trippin' so hard I had to look down and double check cause I thought they had their shoes tied together Motherfuckers got they shoes tied together What more could you ask for? Boys harassing me with these questions How about this? How about don't ask me no more motherfucking questions We ain't doing no interview