[Verse 1]
They call me Shawty Dread, better yet, Flocka
A handgun can't do it, better use a chopper
This n*gga had a 30 clip and used one bullet
Next time you pull it, aim for the head
Police need a statement, I can't talk to homie
f*ck a best friend, do it by my lonely
But they can't go phony, CB4 n*gga
Acting like Gusto, you super pus*y, n*gga
Vet here, no rookie n*gga
Hood legend like Tookie, n*gga
Right wrist white, blue weed, n*gga
But I ain't Cripping, though
Shoot your ass from head to toe when I see you, n*gga
I heard they said this-that, I heard so many rumors
I heard so much bullsh*t, you got a di*k or a clit?
Better yet, your clique on b*tch
pus*y n*gga
They call me Flocka, i ain't got no lyrics, n*gga
Straight blunt, n*gga, I don't want no lyrics, n*gga
Riding in my box Chevy
Ayy, that's my hood car, graduated from a hood star
These n*ggas get me mad
I don't mean to brag 30 bands, I got swag
My show fifteen bands
Quarter every month, motherf*cker, let's stunt
Two chains, two rings
One Breit, one bracelet, n*gga, you got Gucc to blame
[Chorus]
I throw money out my window just to front (uh huh)
Loud purp in the Swisher, that's the blunt (uh huh)
I heard I'm ugly, but you can't call me broke (uh huh)
Waka Flocka Flame, little shawty dope (uh huh)
Tay on the beat, that's them stacks (uh huh)
Hit the strip club just to watch that ass clap (uh huh)
n*ggas buck, we gon' blitz him ASAP (uh huh)
This rap sh*t booming like this sh*t a trap (uh huh)
[Verse 2]
Okay, what the f*ck to say?
I got juice, n*gga, I'm the truth, n*gga
You could play Bishop, n*gga, I'ma play Q
Elm Street shawty, I'ma die Piru
G sh*t here, n*gga
You a square n*gga, you can never fit up in my circle
Geeked up like I'm Urkel, off a triple stack
n*ggas talk off white, they ain't never trapped
You can call it sneak dissing
This n*gga answer back, he gon' end up missing
On my tour bus, smoking weed and f*cking hoes
Waka Flocka Flame booked up, meet me at my shows
But n*gga, it's a go, n*gga, I'm on everything
Damn near on Hall of Fame, don't mix me for no lame
b*tch n*gga, stay out my lane, you rap n*ggas f*cked the fame
You disrespect me, I'ma put you in a picture frame
f*ck n*gga, put you on a milk carton
We shooting pencils over here, no martial arting
Maserati, Martin, Bimmer, or a Benz
Passenger nobody, motherf*ck a friend
Put no trust in them
I did that sh*t one time, almost lost my life
Crack rock, but roll them dice
I got three jobs: stunt, stunt, stunt, stunt
[Chorus]
I throw money out my window just to front (uh huh)
Loud purp in the Swisher, that's the blunt (uh huh)
I heard I'm ugly, but you can't call me broke (uh huh)
Waka Flocka Flame, little shawty dope (uh huh)
Tay on the beat, that's them stacks (uh huh)
Hit the strip club just to watch that ass clap (uh huh)
n*ggas buck, we gon' blitz him ASAP (uh huh)
This rap sh*t booming like this sh*t a trap (uh huh)