[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
I said
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
I said...
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
I said...
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Heard you were snitchin'
I can't f*ck wit'cha
Just bought a FN for a f*ck n*gga
I just bought that new (???) for you f*ck n*ggas
I just seen your main b*tch, I might f*ck with her
You ain't keep it real when your partner went to jail
Took the charge for you, you ain't even post his bail
I was in the 9th grade in Clay Co. busting bail
R.I.P. To Travis Scott, D. Marks(?) and fish scale
I don't f*ck with rappers
I don't want no features
I don't do no swap-outs
You ain't living what you rap 'bout
Red Gang with me, so you know them racks out
And you know them sticks out, I call Bruce to blow your brains out
[Hook- Waka Flocka Flame]
I said
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
I said...
[Verse 2 : Drecco]
Young, rich n*gga, I be
Southside living that ???
Make the call to the homie Flocka
Told him let's clean up the streets
Even though we riding 2 deep
Got 60 n*ggas under the seat
And another 100 on the back seat
You n*ggas really don't want beef
Got 30 of the blue tip
30 of the red tip
Got 4 pistols posted on my hip
Drecco, nino, I do not slip
Hit 'em with the chopper make her do a whole front flip
Say Drecco [?] been on the f*ck sh*t
Remix split, now I got a whole brick
Back in the trap still selling these nicks
Damn, I’m special, [?]
[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
I said
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
I said...
[Verse 3: Lil Troup]
You a f*ck n*gga
I don't f*ck wit'cha
I don't trust n*ggas
Run up I'll bust n*ggas
You a lame, I don't f*ck wit'cha
You ain't heard that
Hit them with that 40, pus*y n*gga, bet you heard that
b*tch ,where them birds at? I'm cooking dope
I feel like Richard Porter, rich off selling, cooking dope
We got that Perc we got that Xanax we got-gotta smoke
(???) we rolling off that molly, let's turn up some more
Everyday I roll that reefer
I feel like Wiz Khalifa
I got a foreign barbie with me, got some things to teach her
I got her singing like a choir, I feel like a preacher
No, I don't f*ck with lame n*ggas so don't ask for features
[Hook- Waka Flocka Flame]
I said
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
I said...
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a-You a f*ck n*gga
I said...