THAT ni**a, LEX LUGER!
[Hook] (2x)
Is you blooding, is you cripping?
Is you thugging or you b**hing? (Is you b**hing!?)
I need to know, n***a, cause I ain't got time for slouches
In the house of ounces, in the house of sacks
Everybody trained to go, b**h you like [?]
[Verse]
The way I f** these hoes... (Flocka!)
It should be illegal
Riding in a regal on some skinny a** tires
T-Town Cutla** sitting on Crips
Navy blue painted for my Metsville Crips
Yellow bird, red bird, green bird, blinding
Bright a** diamonds, traffic lights shining
12 months grinding, hip-hop rhyming
Crack, dope selling, and these f** n***as telling
2, 3 punches, now his right eye swelling
Whole crowd yelling, purp, I'm selling
Looking in the mirror and I see a real young n***a
Waka Flocka Flame, y'all can call me little Gucci, n***a
[Hook] (2x)
Is you blooding, is you cripping?
Is you thugging or you b**hing? (Is you b**hing!?)
I need to know, n***a, cause I ain't got time for slouches
In the house of ounces, in the house of sacks
Everybody trained to go, b**h you like [?]