I'm Good Terrorists - Lil Wayne, Meek Mill

I’m so fucking awesome — my marbles, I lost ‘em

I’m taking everything — everything but precaution

Your bitches wanna call us, and text us like Austin

Pussy make me hard, pussy niggas make me nauseous

I’ve been on my feet since the day I started walking

Bitch, I think I’m MC Hammer, put the nail in the coffin

See coke in a drought, sell pussy at an auction

Bullets got a nigga runnin' fast enough to race horses

‘Round here, you sniff these lines, you don’t cross ‘em

Kill your ass and leave you behind, like an orphan

I swear it happens all the time, very often

Still gettin' baseball money, Barry Larkin

‘Round here we play for keeps, yeah we eatin' but we starvin'

I get me a little money, try to spread it like margarine

I’m flyer than a motherfucker, all my flights chartered

Green kush, red flag, black car, white lawyer

I’m good

I say, I go in in my beast mode — rappin' niggas I eat those

I tell a bitch take a deep breath then bend her knees like a free throw

I don’t want me no good girl, I fell in love with these freak hoes

In my bedroom, I’ll make a movie, it’s starring me with that Lee Rose

I ball hard like D-rose, my stash on closet

Racks in my pocket, these racks I deposit

Got racks on my conscious, money on my mind

I’ve got shooters on my team, they’ve got bodies on their nines

Look at that bad bitch right there — see that body on that dime?

I ain’t swimming in no hoe, you know I’m probably on that grind

All these niggas hatin' on me, me — but I ain’t on that time, time

I be in that back, nigga, and I ain’t talkin' 'bout swine

I’m talkin' 62 West, they say a nigga too fresh

You a rat, your homie singing, you should do a duet

Shorty say she love my swag, I make that pussy too wet

You niggas banned, and my hoes, and I’m like «why'd they do that?

«Go!

Um, I don’t have a conscious — all my friends are monsters

They visit me so constant and talk to me about nonsense

Like stabbing you and then watching you fight for your life like you boxing

Bitch, deuce-deuce — I smoke that OG killer, Bobby Johnson

I’ll ollie over that bitch’s head, it’s Hollygrove 'til I’m fuckin' dead

I did a bid for that toast, so fuck with me, I’ll treat you like buttered bread

But I still go hard with no regard — Earth Day?

Shit, bitch, go to Mars

Leave a nigga dead in the gutter

I just beat him with a bloody-ass bowling ball

I’m fresh as hand sanitizer — don’t hate the game, just analyze it

Two Xanax, I’m fantasizing about fat bitches' panty sizes

Took a bullet to the chest?

Be a man about it

Stop actin' like a little bitch, nigga

Most of y’all niggas is bitch niggas

I got a tiger in the basement, Big Tigger

My hair long and my dick big

My hair long and my dick big

My hair long and my dick big

My money long and my weed strong

I feed hunger, I no longer get my weed from Fee

I pull that freedom off my waist, now watch me let freedom ring (ding)