Uh, uh
You gotta walk like a (soldier)
Talk like a (stunna)
Move like a (player)
And get it like a (hustler)
You gotta walk like a (soldier)
Talk like a (stunna)
Move like a (player)
And get it like a (hustler)
Because I won't let y'all worry me
'Cause I got somethin' chrome that I carry with me
It's Young Weezy Wee, y'all ain't scaring me
I'm the seventeen don 'til they bury me

Ayy, it go whoa, oh me, oh my-y-y, I'm H-O-T-B-O-Y
I'm so fly, I'm the Birdman J-R, stuntin' in the gray uh
Shorty, play your player, slick, clean AR-15
Ridin' with me, spray ya, you don't want no drama with me, playboy
Keep low or it's murda she wrote, pussy nigga
I gotta keep it cookin', 'cause the streets still hot for a shooking
Plus, my late pops still looking
Bust my tray quick if you hate the pimp
Think it's all big fish, I done ate the shrimp
Roll out with the hood 'cause I'm so damn street
I rep Hollygrove and Hollygrove rep me
And that's how Weezy Wee be, and y'all gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me

You gotta walk like a (soldier)
Talk like a (stunna)
Move like a (player)
And get it like a (hustler)
You gotta walk like a (soldier)
Talk like a (stunna)
Move like a (player)
And get it like a (hustler)
Because I won't let y'all worry me
'Cause I got somethin' chrome that I carry with me
It's Young Weezy Wee, y'all ain't scaring me
I'm the seventeen don 'til they bury me

Riding and I'm dolo, on my way to the stizz-ore
Knowing on my waist is the sizzle
Weezy so hot, got ten in the pistol
Big rims with the tires thin as a pencil
Mami want me 'cause I got pimping potential
I stick to my mental, don't make me stick my fifth to your temple
Forget I'm getting rich for a cent
Bitch, I'm comin' get you, for my baby mama's rent, I will flip you
Ninety on the highway, seeing what the whip do
Cops get behind me, they want see the whip too
SQ professor CMB alumni
Everybody else fails except the young guy
Don't worry 'bout Weezy for real, nigga, I done mine
Got the biggest nuts up in here, nigga, I swung mine
The streets taught me never to fear, nigga, I run mine
I can't lose 'cause I won mine, now run yourself

You gotta walk like a (soldier)
Talk like a (stunna)
Move like a (player)
And get it like a (hustler)
You gotta walk like a (soldier)
Talk like a (stunna)
Move like a (player)
And get it like a (hustler)
Because I won't let y'all worry me
'Cause I got somethin' chrome that I carry with me
It's Young Weezy Wee, y'all ain't scaring me
I'm the seventeen don 'til they bury me

I got five drinks swimmin' in me
Four chunks of dro up in my lung pipe
Three guns, two bitches and all I need is one night
And I bet you gon' like
Come on, we only get one life and if it's done right
Think your nigga might wife her
You know SQ velour, low top, three stripe her
I'm just trying to keep paper
Please, don't be a hater 'cause he'll take ya, Weezy
Don't be a major, 'cause he greater
Cheese gon' feed Nate
Whether it's keys or emceeing, I'ma see a way
I can move yay like you never thought, hard or soft like a duck
And y'all won't starve me, that shit could be bad for your heartbeat
Cash'll get you snatched in a heartbeat
Mash in a mad dash in a Cadillac with the alligator dashboard
Damn, boy, yeah, I know

You gotta walk like a (soldier)
Talk like a (stunna)
Move like a (player)
And get it like a (hustler)
You gotta walk like a (soldier)
Talk like a (stunna)
Move like a (player)
And get it like a (hustler)
Because I won't let y'all worry me
'Cause I got somethin' chrome that I carry with me
It's Young Weezy Wee, y'all ain't scaring me
I'm the seventeen don 'til they bury me

You gotta walk like a
Talk like a
Move like a
And get it like a

Yeah, Mickey, baby, I still see you
Came back, and I still see you, nigga
This 500 Degreez, like I said
I'm the Birdy-Birdy-Birdy-Birdy-Birdy-Birdy Man J-R, period
Fuck y'all, man, holla bid-ack
B, you gotta feel me, nigga
Sqad Up, baby

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Writer(s): Byron Otto Thomas, Dwayne Carter