Waka Flocka Flame - Short Fuse lyrics

Keep hustling, don't stay down Keep serving nigs till you wear the f**ing crown On my side of town he rose down Shot with you 3 times and rub your a** the 4th Pack in, so the young n***as workin Pulled up on your block in the maybach with boss curtains Never could be broke with a loaded pistol Stay down in the trap till the laws get you Ah, hey shout out to the real n***as Hoe is showing my j**elry, fans snappin pictures I got money I got guns and I'm bout to issue May the lord be with you when the f**in hollows hit you Clayton county, clayton county Blood on my hands, I done got my hands dirty n***as went to playing girls, so we went to murkin Gun fights, porch tries sponsored links No witnesses, so they had to throw it all To the d**h of me, I'ma be a living legend Rich crest king n***a, you a f**in peasant Wise guy, I got mob ties Feds follow me around, I lie a mob life I give a order, n***as getting wet Pull up on the set, my young n***as got that set I supply the town n***a when I come around Me and waka flocka, we gonn gun you down! I was born in a cellie full of drug dealers Started sellin dope as a young n***a I make a hustle you ain't never seen n***a You just smoking reggie and I smoke og n***a On everything I love I put you on your feet n***a I don't need a b**h to free band sleep with me And everything I got, I got it out the jug miss Do what the f** I wanna do cause I'm a boss n***a And every 3rd time I serve you, take you off n***a Bricksquad monopoly, shake the dice n***a Parking mob place, we gonn do you right n***a Young scooter, flock flame on sight n***a!