Plies - Lurkin (instrumental Reprod) lyrics

[Intro] Twenty Twelve to after life Higher then a motherf**er Partying With Jesus Christ Hold on trap Hold on trap Try TM sh** one more time Please my n***a Squad f** wrong with dis n***a man? n***a over seas n***a over there throwing show n***a ain't givin' money You n***a talking crazy f** wrong with these n***as [Hook] Lurkin' My boys they be lurkin' My boys they be lurkin' My boys they be lurkin' n***a we lurkin' My dawgs they be lurkin' My dawgs they be lurkin' My dawgs they be lurkin' Squad [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] BLLLLAAAAPPPP Hopped out start firing shots Flag 'round that choppa' n***a Headshots on Flocka n***a BLLLLLAAAAPPPP Hopped out start firing shots Flag 'round that choppa' n***a Headshots on Flocka n***a Once you stomp his a** out Shawty what that mouth about My young n***a bring the b**h about Any n***a that think they hard, I doubt that They shot your partner, you ain't shoot back Aye my n***a where your heart at Coup painted, Flat Black With an f'in go click clack That's the sound of us lurkin' Outside of your trap Outside of your b**h house Outside of your momma house Outside of the club Chillin' at your concert Shootin' 'til my fingers hurt Waka Flame [Hook] [Verse] These rappers disrespect me I'mma knock 'em out Pull up at his concert Joint down on him with that mouth about n***a, short temper like I'm JJ Gungang like im hot topic Got hands like a woo With so-called beef With you know who Hope your boy down to ride n***a' All my n***as gonna ride n***a Can't wait 'till the day we collide n***a Advise n***as not to f** with me Better off f**ing with me My fingers they sticky Don't leave no money around me Welcome to, Clayton County Say you will toral Say I'll fight it to the demon I fought the n***as swag It didn't cover my semen Lurkin and schemin' My n***a be plottin' Chillin, waiting for the drop They gonna notice the sh** real When I lick off the shot Man a body drop, scream my flesh hot Hundred roun clip with an A.R. 15 Bet it wake up your whole block SQUAD!!! Waka Flocka motherf**er [Hook] [Verse 3: Plies] Guess what I did today p**y I just bought another stick Guess I need to start working out Cuz this b**h here, got a lot of kick Do what I need y'all n***a to do Ask me 'bout another b**h Ask me 'bout a body Some illegal sh**, I plead the Fifth 250 rounds p**y thats the Al Qaeda sh** Ridin 'round in a rental car Windows on it, I tint that sh** Stop hiding, duckin' and dodgin' n***a Let's go get it over with Headshots and closed caskets I give my young n***as bonuses Motherf** the E.R I'm tryin' to hit you permanent Y'all n***as wanna talk it out But me and my n***as want to burn the b**h We lurkin' Everybody got sticks on them Lurkin' We lurkin n***a all times of da morning [Hook]