Let Me In - Gudda Gudda, Bow Wow, Ya Boy

Zombies!

(Gudda Gudda)

Uh, im goin in

Nobody cold as him

I got them hoes on gin

I knock em down like bowling pins, yeah

Im chasin paper, while i chase my dreams

While im on codeine mixed with that promethazine

Cargo shorts, white tee on me

Morgan Freeman in my cup pull up that lean on me

I need cash on delivery, C.O.D

Young Money in this motherfucker, we gon' eat

Now watch me O. D, controlled substance

In my raps every time i speak, this time i preach, yeah

And let these lil' niggas know who the god is

I son rappers, let them know who they father is

I wouldn’t bother him, cuz i will slaughter them

Then hang a nigga from a tree like a ornament

Yea im on my shit, full content

Its a filthy game and im dirty like a ??

(wine-back?)

Yeah nigga im back, now who gon' stop that

Murcielago, with the top back

All red round me

No feds round me

Killers wit me too, they bust your head proudly

Go head and doubt me

Bitch i got money pilin' (piling)

And i got white movin', call it snow-plowin

When the beef on, Young Money rite here

Yeah i smell fear, your worst nightmare

Im in your dreams, while im livin mine

I got a sick flow, yeah i spit that swine

Threw cough up a virus when i spit a line

Yeah im gettin' mine, bitch its dinner time

And you are starvin artists

And we taking over, yeah we bout' to starve you artist

But imma eat regardless

I got your freakin goddess

In my bed giving head, and she take freakin orders

Man this freak is gorgeous

Im so better than

These other rookie niggas

Come and meet the veteran

I got that medicine

Knock knock, let me in

Or i’ll be in your living room, late night

Like let em in

Bitch nigga let me in