This is a K.I.D. production
[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Flocka!
Twin Towers in this motherf**er, n***a
Slim Dunkin, n***a
Flocka Robertson, n***a
We're in the building, n***a
When you see us, salute us or shoot us
What's happening, n***a? New mixtape
[Verse 1: Slim Dunkin & Waka Flocka Flame]
This a K.I.D. production, f** a introduction
Told me to do 30 bars without cussin'
That's like pulling out the strap without bussin'
Nine-to-five n***a screaming, "everyday you're hustlin'"
Knowing you ain't in the trap, but you ain't sold nothin'
Gucci cut the check, signing Slim, mighty discussion
Twelves beating in my trunk to give you a concussion
Hold up, cool out before we pull them tools out
Aye, Slim, man, you shining like a motherf**er, n***a
Flocka Robertson in this b**h, n***a
In the paint shawty, n***a
We got blocks, n***a
What's happening?
Flocka!
[Verse 2: Slim Dunkin & Waka Flocka Flame]
Slim and Flock don't give a f**, towers got you super stuck
This some bullsh**, I thought you was gon' knuck if we buck
Bucking would get you shot quick, I'll let the Glock spit
Sit your a** down like the pilot in the co*kpit
I'm who you despise, I see in your eyes, and
Hit the club 50 deep like shawty from Verizon
Bricksquad! Super deep, n***a
Beat your motherf**ing a**, n***a
Slim Dunkin and Flocka Robertson
This sh** real talk, n***a
Flocka!
[Verse 3: Slim Dunkin]
Magic City Monday, tricking on a Monday
Scared to take a shot, still f**ed up from Sunday
Tuesday, the Libra, east side I see you
More than having pressure, room f**ing with my people
Rock star lifestyle, Wednesday wasted
Often I will take the shots, Patron got me faded
Lavish Lounge on Thursday, wet paint Thursday
Dry paint job, got your whip looking thirsty
Figure8 on Friday, we do this sh** my way
Wild, being selfish [?] right beside me
A-Plus my DJ, yelling go DJ
Stomp his a** out, I hope Jonny 8 see me
Saturday, another world, Cali with my dirty girl
Takes I know with K.I.P., arrogant with Sean T
[Outro: Waka Flocka Flame]
What's up, [?]?
Aye, man, this sh** Flocka, n***a
Pull a chair up, man
Grab some popcorn, get a Coca-Cola or a Sprite
This sh** going digital, man
Like, real talk, man
K.I.D. on the track, man
f** with this sh**, n***a
Flocka Robertson and Slim Dunkin
We here now
Flocka!