[Intro]
I ain't finished, Im not finished nah Im not finished n***a
Bow, Bow, Bow
b**h a** n***a
Gotta be stupid man right now man
Shout out 2 my surgeons man, shout out 2 Bricksquad
Shout out 2 my manager man, shout out 2 all the brothers
Shout out 2 my motherf**ing haters man
Im about 140 punds into the hole man
Dr Phil caught 102
The icey n***a took that sh**, came up to 38
n***a im 38 hot n***a, Black box shawty n***a
Waka Flocka Flame n***a, take off
[Verse 1]
They call me shawty dread, better yet flocka
A handgun can't do it better use a chopper
This n***a had a 30 clip and used 1 bullet
Next time u pull it, aim for the head
Police need a statement, I can't talk 2 homie
f** a bestfriend, do it by my lonely
But they can't go phony, CB4 n***a
Actin like gusto, u super p**y n***a
Better then no rookie n***a
Hood legend like to Tookie n***a
White wrist like blue weed n***a
But i ain't cripping though
Shoot your a** from head to toe
When I see you n***a
I heard they say this-that
I heard so many rumors
I heard so much bullsh**
U got a dick or a clit
Better yet your clique on b**h, p**y n***a
They call me Flocka i dont got no lyrics n***a
Trey blunt n***a i dont want no lyrics n***a
Riding in my box chevy
Aye thats my hood car, graduated from a hood star
These n***as get me mad
I dont mean to brag 30 bands I got swagg
My show 15 bands, corner every month
Motherf**er lets stunt
2 chains, 2 rings, 1 bright, 1 bracelet
n***a u got gooch 4 brains
[Hook]
I throw money out my window just 2 front (Uh Huh)
Loud purp in the swisha, thats the blunt (Uh Huh)
I heard Im ugly but you can't call me broke (Uh Huh)
Waka Flocka Flame little shawty dope (Uh Huh)
Tay On the beat, Thats them stacks (Uh Huh)
Hit the strip club just 2 watch that a** clap (Uh Huh)
n***as buck, we gon bleed him asap (Uh Huh)
This Rap sh** booming like this sh** a trap (Uh Huh)
[Verse 2]
Ok what the f** to say
I got juice n***a, im the truth n***a
You can play Bishop n***a ima play Q
Elm street shawty ima die Pyru
G sh** here n***a
You a square n***a you can never fit in my circle
Geeked up like im earkle, Off them triple stacks
n***as saw off white, they ain't never trapped
U can call me sneak dissing
This n***a answer back, he gon end up missing
On my tour bus, smoking weed and f**ing hoes
Waka Flocka Flame booked up meet me at my shows
f** n***a its a go, n***a im on everything
Damn there the hall of fame, Dont mix me for no lame
b**h n***a stay out my lane, you rap n***a f** your fame
You disrespect me ima put you in a picture frame
f** n***a, put you on a milk carton
We shooting pencils over here, no martial arting
Mazzarotti Martin, beamer or a benz
Pa** it 2 nobody, Motherf** a friend
(FLOCKA)Put no trust in them
I did that sh** 1 time, almost lost my life
Crack rock but roll them dice
I got 3 jobs, stunt stunt stunt stunt
[Hook]