[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]