[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
I'ma stay hood 'til the day that I die
Yeah
‘Til the day that I die
I'ma twist this weed, my n***a, let's get high
Yeah
I said I'ma stay motherf**ing hood ‘til the day that I die
Phantom Ghost, no rims, n***a, that's just how I ride
I come from the hood where you don't testify
Take murder with no tears off in your f**ing eyes
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka]
All my n***as ride, where I come from, ain't no fair ones, n***a
f** you thinking?
Have a f** boy Pacquiao planking
‘Til the loud got plain, too, drinking
50K for a show, no popping
Spit izzle to a dumb b**h ears
Broke n***as can't talk like this
Rolex on my main b**h wrist
Blood bottoms on a young n***a boots
Looks like I just stomped a n***a out
Get your man down, n***a, lights out
Shoot at your a**, what that mouthing about?
He ain't tough no more, what's happening?
Outside your mama house, what's cracking?
Popping mollies like Tylenols and Aspirin
Geeked up, pulled up, hyena laughin'
Them boys ain't real, stop acting like us
In the squad, I bust, get cheese like crust
I'm the only motherf**er that I really trust
In a bad b**h's guts – always
Counting money like always
Getting money from three ways
I could never, ever see no rainy days
[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
Hollygrove in this motherf**er
I'm tired of all these b**h n***as
These motherf**ers like Robitussin
I'm rolling up with my b**h, n***a
As a matter of fact, she roll it for me
Swisher Sweets, swish, n***a
Hit that sh** like an open jumper
Rest in peace Li'l Beezy
I wish my n***a could see me now
Motherf**ers better king me
I'ma walk around wearing Jesus' crown
These n***as just p**y
I'ma let that chopper eat ‘em out
Dead body in the bushes
Well, that's the bush you don't beat around
Beat your a** with my skateboard
Weed loud like it make noise
I'm on them trees like acorns
My cellphone going napalm
Guns sound like ba** drums
Young Money, drum section
Psycho, ward, n***a. 1-7, Tunechi
[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]