Willy Wonka

[Chorus; Gudda Gudda]
I I I don't like the look of it
I I I don't like the look of it
I I I don't like the look of it

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Ok I'm sipping on the syrup got a nigga mioving slow
I'm all bout the money what the fuck you think I do it for
Just don't act like you ain't know I'm killing these rap ass niggas
Costing them thier caskets for your motherfucking funeral
Keep these women with me shit I gotta keep two or more
Party everyday like we won the fucking superbowl
Chilling with my nigga mack he keeps bitches handy
White girls on the table let them sniff the nose candy
When I'm walking by the women say who is that
Nigga I reply I'm gudda gudda that nigga
I was raised in a home of cap splitters
Whip on 24s watch it crawl like a caterpillar
I come with a toy boy like a happy meal
And you a motherfucking duck daffy dale
From the school of hard knocks where we scrap and kill
Pick the kinfe with gunna you could get the package deal
I'm hot nigga burning everything around me
I was lost for a minute took a while but I found me
The streets say I'm king but the game will never crown me
Realest nigga doing it just ask the nigga round me
So you can't size me up but try to clown a
Shark jump in the water and I'm a drown ya
New orleans gun out I'm a down ya
Put niggas to sleep like a downer
I'm a great white you a flounder
Fish ain't a bitch i'll tuna everything around ya
You hoe gudda move everything around ya
It's young money bitch at the top is where they found us
Nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Goons on deck, Marley don't shoot 'em
Silence on a gun, watch a nigga mute 'em
The coach in the booth, call me Jon Gruden
School these nigga, they all my students
All jokes aside, I ain't playing with ya
The weed broke down like a transmission
The choppers spin ’em around like a ballerina
Bitch I'm still spitting like I ate a jalapeno
I'm from uptown, my bitch from Argentina
My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
Stunt so hard – it's all ya'll fault
And when it come to beef give me A-1 sauce
I ain't worrying about shit — everything paid off
You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade house
With a high yellow thick bitch with her legs out
Cash Money President but we in the Red House
Who the fuck want it? Name a fucking day
I blow your candles out, now nigga cut the cake
I gotta eat bitch, like a runaway
Ya'll niggas ain't eating — stomach-ache
Ok all these bitches and niggas still hatin
I used to be ballin but now I'm Bill Gatin
Fuck her with my iPhone bumpin’ illmatic
I'm on the road to riches. It's just a lil traffic
Hair still plaited. Fuckin is a habit
Keep my guitar hip hop Lenny Kravitz
Bunch of bad bitches and I fuck 'em like rabbits
Dope dick Weezy, your girlfriends an addict
Uhn

[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
I I don't I I don't
I don't like the look of it