[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
sh**, I'm trying to tell my young n***a man
Them n***as you growing up with now G'd up, man, when you grow up, they gon' be some pussies
9 times out of 10
Squad
[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
I'm just chilling in the Dale
Smoking out a bale, trying to catch the next sale with my digital pocket scale (Work!)
Cell phone doing numbers, I got great clientele
Yes, a n***a strapped, it ain't hard to f**ing tell
I'm from Riverdale, one swang, all swang
Cartel in the kitchen, watch him do the chicken wang
My clothes smell like dope cause my dog cooking 'caine
n***a, where I'm from everybody g**n
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Thugged out since a jit
Snot nosed n***a in a jet, f**ing with the baddest b**h
n***as know about me (What's happening?!)
Waka Flocka pull up hanging out the window, screaming "Bow! Bow! Bow"
n***as better duck. Bow! Bow! Bow!
Cars f**ing flipping
Caught the n***a slipping at the corner store eating a box of chicken
[?] my religion
Barrel in his mouth make the hollows tongue kiss him (Mwah!)
Better him than me
I'ma tell you like a n***a told me cash rule everything around me
Welcome to Riverdale, Clayton County
[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
[Verse 2: Cartel MGM]
My homie cooking caine, my other partner bagging 0's
When I hit the interstate, I put my b**h on the road
Pull up straight dumping if you ever owe me
Leave your sh** shot up, like Holy Moly
20 packs, 50 packs, I mean a lot of packs
Handguns and choppers, I mean a lot of straps
Money coming up short, what the f** is that?
That's the type of sh** that'll have you laying on your f**ing back
I'm walking down the white brick road, for real though
? That's the plug from Mexico
Now I'm shining, I'm stunting on you haters
Monopoly boys, we about the paper
[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]