Lil Wayne, Lil Tecca — Anti-Hero

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(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

I ain’t no hero, I guess I’m a villain
I got the kilo, I stretch it, I bend it
She got the pre-roll, I snatch it, I lit it
I got an ego and sex, you should get it
Fuck her in public, that’s Sex In The City
Bust me a nut, then step back, hit my griddy
On an opp I roll up like a pack of that sticky
If the opp try to run hit his back up like Ricky
Blaow
All of my guns hold a hundred
Blunt full of gas
All my cars, motor runnin’
All ya’ll boys know who run it
Real pimp shit, turn all ya’ll hoes into money
All ya’ll owe me some money
Rich nigga still kill all ya’ll over some money
Wake up taped up
I turn all ya’ll boys into mummies

I ain’t no hero, but I’m still a legend
I go from 0 to 187
I feel like Tebow, I’m ballin’ forever
I feel like Reno, I bust with the desert
I keep me a kilo on top of my dresser
I fuck me a freak ho on top of my dresser
Yeah, eat the ho out and digest her
Yeah, keep the ho out of my dresser
I ain’t no hero, but I’m still a legend
I go from 0 to AK-47
I’ma carpido you follow directions
It’s Murder She Wrote in capital letters
I put the dreams in the bag, and I sell ’em
Look like Bandito came back with his metal
I got machine guns, my matchin’ machetes
I ain’t no hero, I guess I’m the villain

I ain’t a hero, but I’m still a villain
I got some hundreds that stuck to the ceilin’
Hop on the beat and I’m causin’ a killin’
I’m with the squad, they don’t care ’bout your feelings
Tunechi just said it, he said Tecc a killer
I be worried ’bout benji’s, I’m worried ’bout digits
If I step on your block, then we spin it like fidgets
Better watch how they hoppin’ right up out the Civic
Two tone bag
I’m steady winnin’, oh you so mad
She givin’ top and my phone on flash
I’m in some shit they ain’t know about yet
Heard she a thot, I don’t know about that
Movin’ funny how I go about that
Watch your back, I don’t know about that
Never lack, we ain’t goin’ outside
Yeah, yeah
Better just mind your business, yeah
Quiet around here, no visits, yeah
She fell in love how I’m living, yeah
I ain’t a hero, but I’m still a villain, yeah
Hundreds they stuck to the ceiling, yeah
Broken, I cannot heal it, yeah
Stolen, I do not feel it, yeah
Know when I’m in the building, yeah

I ain’t no hero, I guess I’m a villain
I got the kilo, I stretch it, I bend it
She got the pre-roll, I snatch it, I lit it
I got an ego and sex, you should get it
Fuck her in public, that’s Sex In The City
Bust me a nut, then step back, hit my griddy
On an opp I roll up like a pack of that sticky
If the opp try to run hit his back up like Ricky
Blaow
All of my guns hold a hundred
Blunt full of gas
All of my cars, motor runnin’
All ya’ll boys know who run it
Real pimp shit, turn all ya’ll hoes into money
All ya’ll owe me some money
Rich nigga still kill all ya’ll over some money
Wake up taped up
I turn all ya’ll boys into mummies

I ain’t no hero, but I’m still a legend
I go from 0 to AK-47
I’ma carpido you follow directions
It’s Murder She Wrote in capital letters
I put the dreams in the bag, and I sell ’em
Look like Bandito came back with his metal
I got machine guns, my matchin’ machetes
I ain’t no hero, I guess I’m the villain

I ain’t a hero, but I’m still a villain
I got some hundreds that stuck to the ceilin’
Hop on the beat and I’m causin’ a killin’
I’m with the squad, they don’t care ’bout your feelings
Tunechi just said it, he said Tecc a killer
I be worried ’bout benji’s, I’m worried ’bout digits
If I step on your block, then we spin it like fidgets (Tay Keith, this too hard)
Better watch how they hoppin’ right up out the Civic