You broke n***as ain't counting no paper!
These n***as ain't getting no money!
n***a get the f** away from round me partner
f** wrong with you n***a?
Dusty shoes, second hand, ho f**ing a** n***a!
SQUAD!
Aye I be turnt up!
Aye I be turn up!
I hit hard like Sam Montgomery
Kick game like I'm Brad Wing
Two in the b**h like Elijah Thomas
Eat a rapper, no Jeffery Dahlmer
I'm from Riverdale
Grove Street, just to be exact
Now I'm on the map
Put my hood up
G's Up, B's Up
Aye Ho's down
M.O.B , Money over b**hes
Kicking game to these p**y n***as
Don't f** wit two things, police and snitches
Smart black man
Not real religious
I'm a stack my paper, got me feeling richer
See my dog just got locked up
Just last night we was turned up
Popping bottles on a n***a like what
Twenty-thousand in the air, pick it up
Next morning caught a plane now he locked up
God Damn God Damn my dawg that's f**ed up
See what I tell a n***a man, you take gambles in life
Sometimes you don't know what the f**s gonna happen 5 hours later
3 hours later, 30 minutes later, you know, this sh** be crazy n***a
You got to hold your head n***a, know what I mean?
Every b**h that look bad n***a ain't
Gonna be good for you n***a, skip a ho n***a
You know I don't even ride rims
I'm factory man, I'm a regular plane jane n***a
Get your motherf**ing head hit playing though n***a
Uh, I'll put your dick in the dirt (what else?)
Make your mama cry (what else?)
Put you in that black box with a suit and tie (OK!)
f** with Waka Flocka the whole SouthSide they gon' ride
Three, three, three hundred-fifty thousand when I drove by Aye!
Every chance I get, shawty I just turn up
Make the wrong move, Brewster he gon' burn ya
Bullets beat your chest, slap your face, Ike Turner
They like Waka really not that hard cause all he talks is murder
I'm like "Boy I Wish you try it"
Hollow tip your diet
Turn the f**ing club into a motherf**in' riot
Every time your baby mama see a n***a she excited
Everything she wants and needs in this world I can buy it
Broke a** n***a
You don't even know how it feels to have twenty racks in your hand
That ain't no money n***a, these n***as talking about they hit licks for thirty racks
That ain't no motherf**in' lick n***a, where I'm from n***a a hundred racks ain't no lick
For us man, we two fifty or better around here partner
We pop sh**, we kick sh**, we kick it, man, SQUAD! f** these n***as man, 2 clip extendo mod for these f** n***as man
Wasted Gang n***a we in this b**h man, Squad