Wooh Da Kid - Obituary lyrics

[Intro] DJ Scream, Waka Flocka Hood Rich Clayco, we in this motherf**er, man I'm back, now I've been all around the motherf**ing world man 42 cities, 11 countries n***a, I'm still touring man Off 3 years ago music and I'm still making millions off my old sh** [Hook] I'll bust your head, it ain't sh** to me! Have you planking dead, it ain't sh** to me! Flocka! Arms up, screaming "Victory!" Obituary, read you out of history (x4) Have you rob me, statute d**h a unsolved mystery [Verse 1: Waka] Rappers coming out the closet like they Jason Collins Rappers beef with other n***as, they don't want these problems I just get it popping, grew up, I didn't have an option My youngins, they ain't got a option, they'll shoot your sh** up That's facts n***a, stay strapped, n***a Ridin 'round town with that same fat, n***a That's D Dash, when he smash, choppa with a blast 6 hour surgeries and a body cast Ah, ride on the enemy Give a f** about this industry Shoot one, I shoot two, you know the remedy Headshot, top back, J.F. Kennedy [Hook] [Verse 2: Wooh da Kid] Adopt your soul, it ain't sh** to me (Adios!) Bodies dropping, I see murder like Master P Obituary, you just made history No prints, just an unsolved mystery Copped my first strap when I was 14 20 shot, real paink**er like morphine Dope bars, add em up, I need more fiends I can see it in his face, he soft as Ice Cream Wooh da Kid, Waka Flocka – bad news I swear these boys nuts, no cashews Cross the line, you gon' die today Dropping money on ya head like he DOA [Hook]