[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame] Uhh, uh... Ayy Gucc' Mane, we good right now man! Get money, Guzman
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] It's a white girl in town: name is "cocaine" It's some dirty birds in town: Gucci Mane & Waka Flame We fly in, I'm buyin', say you got more birds? You lyin' You trying and lying, you boys ain't supplying I pitch like Nolan Ryan, got cocaina frying My partners stick up kids, they duct tape rope they gon' tie it In the bushes they lied in all night, that's my word By the end of the mornin', they left with them birds And I'm gone off that purp, and I'm slurring my words I swerved in my Benz, banged my Forgi's on the curb (Damn!) The lean, the herb, pay me like the 1st You cross Brick Squad, get hurt, I got work - Gucci!
[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame & Gucci Mane] My homeboys will get you, pay you on the 33rd (Yeaah!) 2 pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words (Words!) Undertaker car, triple black drop bird (Nyuum) Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp ('xcuse me..) All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st (1st) 2 pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words (Words!) Undertaker car, triple black drop bird (Nyuum) Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp ('xcuse me..) All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st (1st)
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Five grand for a head shot Boy don't be no Flinstone and get your bedrocked, nigga Triple red drop, bouncing through the parking lot Where I'm from, young niggas shooting at the cops (Riverdaleee!) Where I'm from, they thuggin' My hood right side, nigga, green flagging Lay your ass down if you do too much bragging (Hahaha!) 3 K's, 4 Glocks, nigga that's swaggin', uh! Penalized, then goes the Packer-Man Rich as hell, you would think I was a cracker, man I don't know 'em, get ba-ba-back 'em man, fuck 'em then! Throwin' stacks in club, what that ass do? Every girl gettin' past you Send an ambulance on that ass I want that rent due Robbin every nigga that ain't Hit Squad, Blood or Piru! FLOCKA!!
[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame & Gucci Mane] My homeboys will get you, pay you on the 33rd (Yeaah!) 2 pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words (Words!) Undertaker car, triple black drop bird (Nyuum) Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp ('xcuse me..) All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st (1st) 2 pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words (Words!) Undertaker car, triple black drop bird (Nyuum) Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp ('xcuse me..) All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st (1st)
[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame] Half a million dollar: jury like "fuck that bird!" Niggas screaming they want beef, I'm like "roger that!" My album didn't sell, so I'm layin' niggas down Shootin' every nigga that burp, sneeze or fucking frown
[Verse 4: YG Hootie] 40 carats on my bracelet, my Polo black Niggas talking like they want beef, I'm wanting that! 7 grams in this Swisher, I'm gon' solo that Ridin' 'round with my strap like "where they at?" All these rap niggas hold us on my Philly hat You will never be a legend like the Gucci Man You will never be turnt up like my partner Flock You niggas hoes, I run your block when them choppers chop
[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame & Gucci Mane] My homeboys will get you, pay you on the 33rd (Yeaah!) 2 pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words (Words!) Undertaker car, triple black drop bird (Nyuum) Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp ('xcuse me..) All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st (1st) 2 pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words (Words!) Undertaker car, triple black drop bird (Nyuum) Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp ('xcuse me..) All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st (1st)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
