Waka Flocka Flame

[fox69]

"Murda"
(feat. Chief Keef, Bo Deal)

"Murda"
(feat. Chief Keef, Bo Deal)



[Hook x2: Waka Flocka Flame]
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
Chopper in the back seat, my young nigga gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some

[Verse 1: Bo Deal]
I got young niggas getting off, 40 cals spitting off
BSM this the law, niggas flex, getting chopped
We german shepherds, got big dogs, big weapons
If you ain't ready for action, then pussy nigga keep stepping
I'm a boss, you a bitch nigga; beefing not a smart move
Cause I'll come to your house and kick the door in like them narcs do
You niggas shark food, pack it up and fall back
Cause I come out the bush and fade his ass like a sidewalk

[Hook x2: Waka Flocka Flame]
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
Chopper in the back seat, my young nigga gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
He threw his set up in the air, I put my pistol in the air
Let him know I'm strapped in here, he can lose his life in here
He can die tonight in here, hit him with a fucking beer
My young niggas got no fear, I got the check over here
Put that kush off in the air, I don't really give a fuck
How you really from Wichita? Man I wish a nigga buck
I got four sips in my cup, 3 bad bitches in my beer
Red tips off in my clip, on my L phant shit

[Hook x2: Waka Flocka Flame]
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
Chopper in the back seat, my young nigga gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
I got pistol in my pocket, pull it out and pop it
My young niggas wilding in Chiraq catching bodies
GBE, we mobbing, Chief Sosa co-starring
My niggas tote pistols, it's a issue, please don't start 'em
Them pistols get to popping, bodies get to dropping
Smoking wheezy, feeling gucci, on that We Be Steady Mobbin'
Like Flocka, Oh Let's Do It, click clack, who you with?
A lot of hundred shots, and a bunch of niggas can shoot 'em

[Hook x2: Waka Flocka Flame]
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
Chopper in the back seat, my young nigga gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some

 

[fox69]

"Murda She Wrote"
(feat. Cartel, MGM & Young Scooter)

"Murda She Wrote"
(feat. Cartel, MGM & Young Scooter)



[Verse 1:]
You dealin' with El Chapo, bricks like a fast speedboat
Fucked the city up like a pussy, I grabbed her by the throat
Have you ever seen a Mexican from the slums rockin' mink a coat?
I bust because I need more, you drownin' tryna stay afloat
I'm dancin' like a fool, my diamonds so ice cold
My lifestyle, Mafioso, I pulled up in that two-door
Ride forth through them slums and you know I keep them drums
Joseph keep that K, and Psycho keep that long
When I reel bands, I'm on that Freebandz shit
Try by broad day, I'm on that Flocka shit
Show me where his mama live, I don't play that fuck shit
Everybody know I'm true to this
This that life I chose to live...

[Hook:]
Shootout, we undefeated
Dumb fuck nigga (squad) we don't need it
He went out with a pack, I can't believe that (stupid)
But now where his mama workin', where she sleepin?
Murda she wrote – bricks take a fast speed, so
Every time my phone rings – c-notes
65, 000 for a brick of dope – they don't want no Reekos

[Verse 2:]
Grove Street nigga ain't no changin' me
You little rappers at 'em, where them gangstas be?
I fuck your girl, she thankin' me
My shootouts they make history, muggin' won't do shit to me
My shooters they right next to me
Up ahead, may you rest in peace
I'm ridin' with all felonies, guess that's just the thug in me
My Phantom Ghost Monopoly, it's 65, you want a key
Hit the lights, I seen the folks
Make it rain like Rex Roe
El Diego if you want an elbow
We got it for the low
Gangbangin', robbin' niggas, then we sellin' blow
Takin' all day, man, my youngins lettin' forties go
These niggas know, we gon' show that
Throw bands in the club, we gon' throw that (dope money)

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
The street's fucked up, I'm 'bout to up the price
65, 000 for a brick of white
I took a 9 out, I never do it right
Remix remix remix and let 'em take flight
Young Scooter, yeah, I live a dope boy life
I'm talkin' 20 shootouts and not even hit yet
65 licks, I done hit that
If you want 65 bricks you could get that
Interstate 65, I done jumped it
Lil' Mexico City where my 'hood at
Shootout (shootout) drug house (yeah)
Me and Flocka Flame 'bout to cash out

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"My Boo"

"My Boo"


Yes that is my down ass chick she ain't gotta work no mo [x2]

[Chorus:]
Flocka! she my shawty she gone hold my 40 she my icy girl livin in a priceless
World she can do wat my home boys can't do that's
My lady you can call ha my boo boo

Well dese niggas is fakin I'm ready to take yo shoes, yo clothes and even yo
Cake,
Lay on the ground n don't make a sound fuk with g red you wanna be found you think
It's a joke but it is not funny hallow tip bullets work straight to yo tummy
I'm lettin ya know that this shit is real man fuck all that change I'm fuckin with bills
You at the bottom I'm comming to hill I'm commin with gats n dat is fact blowin off heads
And blowin out backs I be the ball n you be the jack play in the game
N I am the champ u are the bass in I am the amp
Light yo ass lik you was a lamp man fuck all that shit cause it is a wrap
You bubble gum bitches is gud for the chewin 32 flavors the niggas you doin
Get rich die tryin is all I'm pursuin stackin this bread, I'm down for the doin
Gettin this money I got to stay true to me niggas keep ballin when hoes keep on
Swallowing still in this game not fuckin with lames breakin the rearranging the game

[Chorus]

Aye shawty come here
What's up shawty? hello ms. you can't miss a nigga like this? I'm so handsome
I'm so fly I'm so playa I'm so fly, long hair dreads with sum gold in my mouth
Tattoos every where even in my ear.tattoos every where even in my hair

All the girls lik who that rapper can dey fuk can dey suck that rapper
You can fuck you suck this rapper wrap ya lips all around this rapper
I'm n luv with nicki n beyonce
Tell trina n alica cum my way
Tell rihanna that I want put my hands on her
If I see keri hilson I'm a put my hands on her
Man I'm fly man I'm fresh shawty futuristtic
Got mo hoes den ray j, keep mo drunker den kayslay that's y dese
Hoes ova me wanna put dey hand all ova me
Wanna hav my baby n get married
Gotdamn baby it's too early
Please stop actin lik a groupie n one mo thing
Baby can I get sum coochie

[Chorus]

Rent free bill free school tution on me
Trap house workin so hard [x2]

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"No Hands"
(feat. Roscoe Dash, Wale)

"No Hands"
(feat. Roscoe Dash, Wale)



[Chorus]
Girl the way you movin' got me in a trance
DJ turn me up ladies this yo jam (Come on)
Imma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants
And Imma throw this money while you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the floor I love the way yo booty go
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move and I'll proceed to throw this cash

[Waka]
All that ass in those jeans can wale beat
Can Roscoe speak
Long hair she don't care
When she walks, she gets stares
Brown skin or a yellow bone
DJ this my favorite song
So Imma make it thunderstorm
Blood want it flacka yea throw it fuck it I don't care
Glasses flying everywhere tap my partner Roscoe like bruh I'm drunk as hell
Can't you tell, goose we been spent fifty stacks so fuck it
Well I'm tryna hit the hotel with two girls that swallow dick
Take this dick and swallow bay moscato got her freaky
Hey you got me in a trance, please take off your pants
Pussy pop on a handstand you got me sweating please pass me a fan DAMN!!

[Chorus]
Girl the way you moving got me in a trance
DJ turn me up ladies dis yo jam "come on"
Imma sip moscato and you go lose them pants
And Imma throw dis money while you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the floor I love the way yo booty go
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move and I'll proceed to throw this cash

[Wale]
She said look ma no hands, she said look ma no hands
And no darlin' I don't dance and I'm wit Roscoe I'm with Waka
I think I deserve a chance I'm a bad mother fucker go and ask them motherfuckers
A young handsome motherfucker I slang that wood I just nunchuck'em
And who you with and what's your name are you not hip boo I'm wale
And that DC shit I rap all day, and my eyes red cause of all that haze
Don't blow my high let me shine drumma on the beat let me take my time
Nigga want beef we can take it outside, fucking what broad these hoes ain't mine
Is you out yo mind, you out yo league, I sweat no bitches that sweat out weaves
Wear out tracks let me do my thing, I got sixteen for this roscoe thing
But I'm almost done let me get back to it
Hold lot of loud and a little back wood, whole lotta money big tip by wood
I put it on a train little engine could BITCH!!!

[Chorus]
Girl the way you movin' got me in a trance
DJ turn me up ladies this yo jam (come on)
Imma sip moscato and you go lose them pants
And Imma throw this money while you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the floor I love the way yo booty go
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move and I'll proceed to throw this cash

[Roscoe]
R-o-s-c-o-e Mr.shawty put it on me (please)
I be going ham shorty upgrade from bologna
Them niggas tipping good girl but I can make it flood
'Cause I walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus
Rain rain go away that's what all my haters say
My pockets stuck on overload my rain never evaporates
No need to elaborate most of these ducks exaggerate
But Imma get money nigga every day stunting, nigga ducks might get a chance after me
It's a baller like I'm comin' off a free throw, shook yo ahead in the game no cheat codes
Lambo roscoe no street code 'cause yo booty go me lost like nemo, go go go g-gone and do yo dance
And imma throw this money while you do it wit no hands GO!!!

[Chorus]
Girl the way you movin' got me in a trance
DJ turn me up ladies this yo jam (Come on)
Imma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants
And Imma throw this money while you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the floor I love the way yo booty go
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move and I'll proceed to throw this cash

 

[fox69]

"O Let's Do It"

"O Let's Do It"


[Verse 1]
I fucked my money up, damn
Now I can't re-up
Ran off in his spot just to get my stacks up
Now I'm back on deck, so shawty what the fuck you want
Heard he talkin shit but this ain't what the fuck he want
Locked my CEO up, now it's back to coka
Niggas talkin shit bruh, hang him by a ropa
Hit em with the choppa, call that shit hot lava
Call me waka flocka aka young wild nigga
Aka young drug dealer
Got purp, got kush, got pills got white
In the trap all night with the hard and the soft
Stacks on the flo' make you wanna get with em
Shook it to the left then he shook it to the right
So icey brick boys got it all night
These lame ass niggas ain't got no fight
Kick in my door we gon shoot out all night
Home of he Braves shawty shoot em with a K

[Chorus]
YEAH, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
YEAH, drug dealin music, Ay
I influence, Ay
I influence
YEAH, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
YEAH, drug dealin music, Ay
I influence, Ay
I influence

[Verse 2]
One shot man down, his brains go ka-pow
Ow, that shit hurt, so don't fuck around
But that happen often off in riverdale georgia
You gone pay the life you live off in riverdale georgia
They gone lay yo ass out rock you to sleep like a baby
Hit squad shawty in the hood we got them babies
Ever since they killed my nigga Trav, start poppin pills and actin crazy
Ever since they killed my nigga Trav, start poppin pills and actin crazy

[Chorus]
YEAH, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
YEAH, drug dealin music, Ay
I influence, Ay
I influence
YEAH, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
YEAH, drug dealin music, Ay
I influence, Ay
I influence

[Verse 3]
Yeaaah, Flocka said lets do it
And this real money, so we getting to it
And yo bitch, she choosin', but if you aint talking dollars, keep it moving
Catch me on the south, with flocka flame
And we got a problem if you saying Wocka lame
Cause we off the chain, you see my green flash
You wont be O lets do it, cause you aint bad
Happenin music, is for the drug dealers
Happenin music, influence thug niggas
Okay, so if you gettin to it
Ay, o lets do it, ay o lets do it

[Chorus]
YEAH, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
YEAH, drug dealin music, Ay
I influence, Ay
I influence
YEAH, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
YEAH, drug dealin music, Ay
I influence, Ay
I influence

 

[fox69]

"O Let's Do It"

"O Let's Do It"


[Verse 1:]
I fucked my money up, damn
Now I can't re-up
Ran off in his spot just to get my stacks up
Now I'm back on deck, So shawty what the fuck you want
Heard he talkin shit but this ain't what the fuck he want
Locked my CEO up, Now it's back to coka
Niggas talkin shit bruh, hang him by a ropa
Hit em with the choppa, Call that shit hot lava
Call me waka flocka aka young wild nigga
Aka young drug dealer
Got purp, got kush, got pills got white
In the trap all night with the hard and the soft
Stacks on the flo' make you wanna get with em
Shook it to the left then he shook it to the right
So icey brick boys got it all night
These lame ass niggas ain't got no fight
Kick in my door we gon shoot out all night
Home of he Braves shawty shoot em with a K

[Chorus:]
Yeah, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
Yeah, drug dealin music, Ay
I influence, Ay
I influence
Yeah, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
Yeah, drug dealin music, Ay
I influence, Ay
I influence

[Verse 2:]
1 shot man down, His brains go ka-pow
Ow, that shit hurt, So don't fuck around
But that happen often off in riverdale georgia
You gone pay the life you live off in riverdale georgia
They gone lay yo ass out rock you to sleep like a baby
Hit squad shawty in the hood we got them babies
Ever since they killed my nigga Trav, start poppin pills and actin crazy
Ever since they killed my nigga Trav, start poppin pills and actin crazy

[Chorus:]
Yeah, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
Yeah, drug dealin music, Ay
I influence, Ay
I influence
Yeah, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
Yeah, drug dealin music, Ay
I influence, Ay
I influence

[Verse 3:]
Yeaaah, Flocka said let's do it
And this real money, so we getting to it
And yo bitch, she choosin', but if you ain't talking dollars, keep it moving
Catch me on the south, with flocka flame
And we got a problem if you saying Wocka lame
Cause we off the chain, you see my green flash
You won't be O let's do it, cause you ain't bad
Happenin music, is for the drug dealers
Happenin music, influence thug niggas
Okay, so if you gettin to it
Ay, o let's do it, ay o let's do it

[Chorus:]
Yeah, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
Yeah, drug dealin music, Ay
I influence, Ay
I influence
Yeah, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
Ay, O let's do it
Yeah, drug dealin music, Ay
I influence, Ay
I influence

 

[fox69]

"O Let's Do It (Remix)"
(feat. Diddy, Rick Ross, Gucci Mane)

"O Let's Do It (Remix)"
(feat. Diddy, Rick Ross, Gucci Mane)



{Ooh, L-Don}

[Intro: Diddy (Rick Ross) {Gucci Mane}]
(Real niggaz) {Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...}
Ayo, ayo Waka (Boss!) {BURR!!}
(Free Gucci!) {GUUCI!} Y'all ain't expect me to fuck wit this one
I see you, boy (Let's turn the temperature up on these niggaz again, nigga)
Y'all must've forgot, I started this shit
Yeah, check this out
THIS -- IS -- THE REMIX

[Diddy - Verse 1]
I got my billions up, fuckin with dem white folks
Now I don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm richer than dem white folks
Lamborghini trucks, y'all ain't even seen it yet
Bought me Teterboro just to Diddy bop and land my jet (Ahhhhhh-OWWWWW!!!!!)
I'm-I'm hustlin out of Harlem, Paulie Castellano (Don't stop)
Bitch, I am a problem, I just bought the Delano (That's right)
Pimpin in my convo, bitches come in combos
Pictures of Christopher on my wall all in my condo
I don't fuck with fake hoes! All I touch is J-Lo's
All I drink is my shit, Ciroc by the case load (Let's go!)
Movies is my next shit, two mil on my necklace
Bad Boy - 80 million motherfuckin records!
(BITCH!!!)

[Rick Ross - Verse 2]
I fucked my money up... I bought another Rolls Royce
to pick my homies up... my top back like "Oh boy"
Step yo' game up... You ridin nigga, hold on
I switched the game up.. One stack that's for the whole zone
That's thirty-six a kilo, BITCH, I think I'm Nino
BITCH, I think I'm Scarface, BITCH, I'm Al Pacino
Flippin my lil' C-notes, painted my new Benzo
Took my bitch to Red Lobster, I cain't feed no friends, hoe!
Bitch, I'm on my high horse, jewels I rock I die for
'cause that shit that I bought, shoot yo' ass that's my fault
Bitch, I'm on this asphalt, money makin be the thing
Bitch, I'm on my last straw, them choppers always do the thing

[Chorus 2X]
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~!
O let's doooooo it
Hey - o let's doooooo it
Hey - o let's doooooo it
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~!
Drug dealin music
Hey - I influence
Hey - I influence

[Waka Flocka Flame - Verse 3]
I FUCKED my money up -- (Damn!)
Now I can't re-up
Ran up in his spot (spot)
Just to get my stacks up
Now I'm back on deck (deck)
So shawty, what the FUCK you want?!
Heard he talkin shit (shit)
But this ain't what the FUCK he want! (Flocka!)
Lock my CEO up, now it's back to coka
Niggaz talkin shit brah, hang 'em by the rope-a
Hit 'em wit the choppa, call dat shit hot llama
Call me waka Flocka, a/k/a Young wild Nigga
A/k/a Young Drug Dealer
Got purp, got kush, got pills, got white
In the trap all night, wit the hard and soft
Stacks on the flo', watch {?} boy whip it
Shook it to the left then he shook it to the right
So Icey, Brick Boys, got it all night
These lame ass niggaz ain't got no fight
Kick in my door we gon' shoot out all night [echoes]

[Gucci Mane - Verse 4]
(Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...WAH)
BURR!! BURR!! GUCCI!
I stack my money up, Brick Squad we so g'd up
I'm countin cash in my office, sippin coffee with my feet up (Wooooow)
Haters sendin threats, like they want beef but dey know dey don't
Meet Flocka at the dealership, I told him get what the FUCK you want (Well damn!)
They locked my homeboy Verne up, 1999 for murder
Now niggaz claiming Zone 6, that I ain't never heard of
Hit you with the carbon, but why when I got shooters?
You heard Gucci was locked up, but that was just a rumor! (GUCCI!)
Got purp, got pills, got lean, plus I got powder for you snorters [snorts]
You wanna find me, I-20 to {EAST ATLANTA, GEORGIA}
I send my female shooters (mwah), that rock-a-bye baaay-baaay
1017 shawty, in my hood we got them AKs'

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Obituary"
(feat. Wooh Da Kid)

"Obituary"
(feat. Wooh Da Kid)



[Intro]
DJ Scream, Waka Flocka
Hood Rich
Kliko, we in this motherfucker man
I’m back, now I’ve been all around the motherfuckin world man
42 cities, 11 countries
Nigga I’m still tourin man
Off 3 years ago music and I’m still makin millions off my old shit

[Hook]
I’ll bust yo head, It ain’t shit to me!
Have you plankin dead, It ain’t shit to me!
Flocka!
Arms up screaming victory
Obituary, read you out of history [x4]
Have you rob me, statute death a unsolved mystery

[Verse 1: Waka]
Rappers comin out the closet like they Jason Collins
Rappers beef with other niggas, they don’t want these problems
I just get it poppin, grew up, I didn’t have an option
My youngins, they ain’t got a option, they’ll shoot yo shit up
That’s facts nigga, stay strapped nigga
Ridin round town with that same fat nigga
That’s deep dash, window smack, choppa with a blast
6 hour surgeries and a body cast
Ah, ride on the enemy
Give a fuck about this industry
Shoot one, I shoot two, you know the remedy
Headshot, top back, JF Kennedy

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wooh da Kid]
Adopt yo soul, it ain’t shit to me (adios)
Parties droppin, 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
Real painkiller like morphine
Don’t pause, add em, 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
Droppin money on the head like he DOA

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Off Da Chain"
(feat. David Blayne & Suga Shane)

"Off Da Chain"
(feat. David Blayne & Suga Shane)



Aahhh yeahh (so icy ent)
Waka... Flocka
Suga shane and david blayne
David lex on the beat
It's a god damn shame
The way I do the game
I'm rnb straight drop pure cocaine
David blayne
Now you know the name
You betta hide your bitch
Before your bitch be off the chain
Of the chain
We goin insane
We bouta 100 deep when we creep
Me and waka flocka flame
So please stay in your lane
Don't let that alcohol get a hole in your brain
BRICK SQUAADDDD!

[Waka flocka:]
He a lab rat I can't respect a nigga (FLOCKA!)
In the super tronic goose got him wet nigga (BOW)
Boy that good pussy got a nigga sea sick (WOO)
In the club like point at what bitch (SHOOT EM)
All these hoes in the club straight chewin (CHEWIN)
Flocka what you doin riding patrick ewing (YOU)
Blowin loud kush stinkin like a fuckin skunk
Boy don't play with me burn you like a fuckin blunt (BOW)
Suga shane waka flame got em goin ham
David blayne on the hook like god damn (DAMN)
10 5 4 verse call me ol kazelle (TEXAN)
Waka flocka flame got the club goin hell
O dey do it that's the brand new single
Waka flocka flame 2 hoes let's mingle
Pop 2 pills now a nigga rollin (ROLLIN)
They cool but the rims straight stolen (FLOCKA)

 

[fox69]

"Off The Chain"
(feat. Chaz Gotti)

"Off The Chain"
(feat. Chaz Gotti)



That motherfucker off da chain, mane
See, four years ago, just like 5 hundid
My babe, I got like 5 hundid

I got yo girl freakin' off the chain, you know
The club out Felicia, off the chain, you know
They think a young nigga sellin' K (bricks)
Jizz ball, ret Ferrari, spot of key, you know
I said we gettin' money, boy, I love to stunt
Stunt in a Phantom, I got it off the curve
I started from the bottom, guess what I deserve?
Screaming at I do it, making millions at my worse

Played 120, just to serve time,
We had it back then, now we lost it Cobby Briant
Came a long way from hanging in that weed house
Being on the road, fucking groupies, snatching weed
They say I got the deeds of the club, off the chain
First round check, I bought a house and got a chain
Now my poppie Champagne, sell away cause now we gain
A couple of niggas swished up on me, swear I neva change
Now I'm fucking niggas banks, Reebok's in they names
Focused on the publish, the rap hall of fame
Took her for a year, I bounce rep like cocaine
I keep cold hearted killaz round me, that love the fame
Squat!

I got yo girl freakin' off the chain, you know
The club out Felicia, off the chain, you know
They think a young nigga sellin' K (bricks)
Jizz ball, ret Ferrari, spot of key, you know
I said we gettin' money, boy, I love to stunt
Stunt in a Phantom, I got it off the curve
I started from the bottom, guess what I deserve?
Screaming at I do it, making millions at my worse

I came from the bottom, yeah, straight from the dirt
Now niggas flexin' diamonds, made a million of the work
Get yo zellup in the verse, so I can kill it in rehearse
Owed me money, reimbursed, tied yo blessing to a curse
Damage, here, become the Aqua Man
Aping on a bitch, couldn't have possed her pants
Still jiggin' that Peter Mayle, PO wanna see me in
Bitch, you wit me, you see a friend?
Black tense, you see the Benz?
Say you in the trap, say you got the work
But yo hood life, nigga where you been?
See the club? Off the chain! Bitch sellin' my chain
Say I gotta my namez, red cream the game
Green like churp my name, my wrist, my Glock, cocaine
I'm a real nigga and a true shooter, yo ass like a flame

I got yo girl freakin' off the chain, you know
The club out Felicia, off the chain, you know
They think a young nigga sellin' K (bricks)
Jizz ball, ret Ferrari, spot of key, you know
I said we gettin' money, boy, I love to stunt
Stunt in a Phantom, I got it off the curve
I started from the bottom, guess what I deserve?
Screaming at I do it, making millions at my worse