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[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
DP on the beat
Damn, son, where'd you find this?
We bustin' bottles, we be countin', rockin' chains
'Cause we came from sh*t, n*gga

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I got n*ggas in the kitchen, I get pounds dirt cheap
I'm in New York with the plug, now we eatin' at Felipes
I know n*ggas that got rich, now they ass flat broke
When them good girls start strippin', man, they ass turn to freaks
My young n*ggas TTG, you gon' die if it's beef
I don't want no f*ckin' peace, pour my Henny, roll a leaf
I don't wanna see no flex, b*tch, I tatted up my sleeves
I told Cannon if he kill 'em I'ma send him three bricks
Man, we love robbin' robbers and we love extortin' trappers
I'm a disrespectful n*gga, you might catch me in your house
f*ckin' your b*tch on the couch, puttin' di*k all in her mouth
I'm just a n*gga from the South so you know them pistols out
You n*ggas tuckin' chains in, I thought y'all was some gangsters
Swear I'm just a street n*gga, somehow I got famous
Rob Waka Flocka, b*tch, you talkin' out your anus
Leave you brainless, you n*ggas lame to us
b*tches shakin' ass, young n*ggas twisting fingers

[Verse: Comethazine]
b*tch, I came in with the chop, me and Wak', and I'm sippin' Wock
Your b*tch tryna f*ck, she a dyke, that b*tch gave me top
Lamborghini Murciélago, V12 skrrt off the lot
Told that lil' dumb sl*tty b*tch, take off your skirt, b*tch, keep the top
If that boy want smoke, hit where it hurt, I make his body drop
b*tch, I'm TTG, I'm trained to go, on go, I never stop
This f*ckboy a dork, a dweeb, a ho, that boy gon' always flop
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I got n*ggas in the kitchen, I get pounds dirt cheap
I'm in New York with the plug, now we eatin' at Felipes
I know n*ggas that got rich, now they ass flat broke
When them good girls start strippin', man, they ass turn to freaks
My young n*ggas TTG, you gon' die if it's beef
I don't want no f*ckin' peace, pour my Henny, roll a leaf
I don't wanna see no flex, b*tch, I tatted up my sleeves
I told Cannon if he kill 'em I'ma send him three bricks
Man, we love robbin' robbers and we love extortin' trappers
I'm a disrespectful n*gga, you might catch me in your house
f*ckin' your b*tch on the couch, puttin' di*k all in her mouth
I'm just a n*gga from the South so you know them pistols out
You n*ggas tuckin' chains in, I thought y'all was some gangsters
Swear I'm just a street n*gga, somehow I got famous
Rob Waka Flocka, b*tch, you talkin' out your anus
Leave you brainless, you n*ggas lame to us
b*tches shakin' ass, young n*ggas twisting fingers

[Outro]
Damn, son, where'd you find this?