Banned From NO Lyrics – Lil Wayne

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[Intro]
Carter VI

[Chorus]
Ayo, the coc*ine whiter, the rope chain brighter
The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper
The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer
The propane lighter, money old like Biden
I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up
I’m blinged up, shirt off, b!tch, I’m inked up, don’t blink once
Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat d!ck, I bring lunch
Say she ’bout that action, I’ma fu*k her ’til she scream, “Cut”

[Verse 1]
Woah now, one shot, knock his door down
Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it
This game is a b!tch, you gotta pipe it ‘fore you wife it
Nothing getting between me and and the team, not even a hyphen
You got a dead man walking, it’s a madman talking
Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous
Eating on these streets like a fat man starving
And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherfu*ker

[Refrain]
Rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI
I been outchea turning chromes to bricks
I been outchea turning chromes to bricks, n!gga
I turned my sons to rich n!ggas
I turned a one to six figures
My daughter turned away all them b!tch n!ggas
Ferrari license plate, 666, n!gga

[Verse 2]
Two ways into the hood, one train
I be smoking chronic like straight to the brain
Ayo, let’s get loose, Hennessy straight with tomato juice
Queen stallions, my gun for me and ‘Talians

Now y’all n!ggas recognize medallions
Come to your hood, OT with Tim Westwood
Used to be on Section 8, now my section is good
Thugged out, n!gga, we eat as much as we could
And we don’t give a fu*k, boy, you could play my s*it
I don’t give a fu*k, boy, you could save your s*it
Y’all n!ggas like extra skin on my d!ck
Ferrari license plate read “666”
Ferrari license plate read “666”

[Chorus]
Ayo, the coc*ine whiter, the rope chain brighter
The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper
The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer
Propane lighter, money old like Biden
I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up
I’m blinged up, shirt off, b!tch, I’m inked up, don’t blink once
Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat d!ck, I bring lunch
Say she ’bout that action, I’ma fu*k her ’til she scream, “Cut”

[Refrain]
Fu*k
Rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI
I been outchea turning chromes to bricks
I been outchea turning chromes to bricks, n!gga
I turned my sons to rich n!ggas
I turned a one to six figures
My daughter turned away all them b!tch n!ggas
Ferrari license plate, 666, n!gga
Fu*k
Rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI
I been outchea turning chromes to bricks
I been outchea turning chromes to bricks, n!gga
I turned my sons to rich n!ggas
I turned a one to six figures
My daughter turned away all them b!tch n!ggas
Ferrari license plate, 666, n!gga

[Interlude]
Dance, dance, dance
666

[Chorus]
Ayo, the coc*ine whiter, the rope chain brighter
The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper
I’m the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer
The propane lighter, money old like Biden
I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up
I’m blinged up, shirt off, I’m inked up, don’t blink once
Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat d!ck, I bring lunch
Say she ’bout that action, I’ma fu*k her ’til she scream, “Cut”