Afro lyrics - Lil Wayne

 Three, uh

I'm bout to shoot at a nigga, no layup

I pull up and step back and I get my J up, yea

Point-blank, I shoot at a nigga

Or shoot at her nigga from far like I'm Trae Young

Shoot at a nigga, no airball, ooh

Shoot at a nigga, no backboard

I break a full court press up at half-court

That's no cap like an afro

I swing that stick like Wayne Gretzky

I keep a K on me like I'm Coach K, Mike Krzyzewski

Hope you set tripping, then I gotta send shots

Get your whole set shot, quiet on the set bitch

Shoot at a nigga, no bank shot

Check the game clock, nigga, time is too precious

I shoot at a nigga, no rebound

Shoot the whole team down, rookies and veterans

She give me face time, no texting

She give me face through the zipper, bow

Open face, Tunechi got shooters like Golden State

Shoot at a nigga, no dribble, no handle

Shoot at a nigga, no dribble, no travel

Shoot at a nigga, no Euro-step

Still have my dribble, ain't using my pivot yet

Aim at his rim, and I hit the net

Shoot at the cheerleaders, blood on the pom-poms

Shoot your coach up, shoot the sidelines

Court side seats, get blood on the popcorn

Shoot you like Jordan, like Bron-Bron

Shoot at a nigga like Harden from the outside

Nigga can't guard, can't block mine

Shoot at a nigga, going hard from the foul line

He don't call, it's a hotline

Shoot at a nigga, no double-dribble

Shoot at a nigga, no crossover

Driveway looking like a toy store

I'ma ball, I'ma never turn the ball over

I'ma shoot at a nigga, on Mula

Pull up with two hundred guns, it's a shootout

Shoot at a nigga, no hooping, no hoopla

Tunechi, lil nigga, No Ceilings, no rooftop

I'm 'bout to spray at that nigga, no drizzle

Get down and lay down lil nigga, no pillow

I light up a J on a nigga, no Leno

I'm slime everyday on a nigga, no schedule

All of these lil' niggas claiming they killas

Just holding up guns, taking pictures in the mirror

Pop me a seal, I pour a line and reseal it

Then I laugh at these niggas

Don't they look like my children?

Giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle

She lick it right after I bust—that shit tickle

She swallow a shot glass of nut like tequila

She like to talk when she fuck, I couldn't hear her

She like to walk on my rug, it's chinchilla

She wan' fuck on my rug, I say, "Bitch, that's chinchilla"

She like to masturbate while on her period

Then suck her finger, I swear she the weirdest

My trigger finger, that's all with my blood

Used to party with bloods, now Hollywood drugs

Got bitches on drugs in the car waiting for us

Waiting on there to fuck and then all day we fucking

And all night we bucking, all white, the cups in it

Cocaine is soft, all white deluxe

And his head might come off and you might see his guts

And it might make you barf and the memory blush

Run it, run it

I can't keep up 'cause I might be on blow

And I might be on rush, yeah, I might be on slow

'Cause I might be on codeine and Promethazine

This ain't minor league bruh, I need ice in my punchy

Put ice on my nuts, that be icy as fuck

I'll be icy icy, very pricey

I be so lit up they call me "Chris Lighty"

You could get lit up just for some enlightenment

Fuck the indictments

I fuck the crystal and I fuck the diamond

I fuck some swimmers, and I fuck some divers

Never been fishy, but I fuck the Pisces

I fuck the simple and I fuck the silent

I fuck the gentle and I fuck the kindly

I fuck the physical, I fuck the violent

Then I fuck the mental and I fuck the body

I'm bout to shoot at a nigga, no layup

I pull up and step back and I get my J up, yeah

Point blank I shoot at a nigga

Or shoot at her nigga from far like I'm Trae Young

Shoot at a nigga, no airball, ooh

Shoot at a nigga, no backboard

I break a full court press up at half-court

That's no cap like an afro, ooh

Ayo, check this out, this is DJ Khaled

And I want to give a big shoutout to Lil Wayne, No Ceilings 3

But I want the people to know, Part 2 is coming soon

Lil Wayne the greatest, Young Money, 'pon your head