(Hook: Waka Flocka)
I can hear automatics going off
I could hear momma's cryin' at the coffin
If a n***a try me, I'mma off him
I think my phone tapped, so talk with some caution
In the morning, I can get you brown D, I can get you good weed
I can get you tan, I'm talkin' about Alicia Keys
I can get ya mid-grade, talking about a G a P
I can get ya crystal rocks, I'm talkin' about that molly
(Bridge: Waka Flocka)
Boy I love my hood, so it's tatted on my body
These n***a's mad when I pull up in that Rari
I don't like to brag, but they know I got an army
f** with me, I send them shooters, put that on Charlie
Automatic going off
(Hook: Waka Flocka)
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I can hear automatics going off
I could hear momma's cryin' at the coffin
If a n***a try me, I'mma off him
I think my phone tapped, so talk with some caution
In the morning, I can get you brown D, I can get you good weed
I can get you tan, I'm talkin' about Alicia Keys
I can get ya mid-grade, talking about a G a P
I can get ya crystal rocks, I'm talkin' about that molly
(Verse 1)
Back in my county, we movin' like the Gotti's
Flexin' with that ice on, boy you a robbery
I can't talk to you, if it ain't money
Ballin' like I'm Hartfield, J's hit the rock
Get the dancin' to the Dougie, say yo a** a dummie
Got that trap jumpin' the some double dutch
p**y, get your money up
f** with me you double up, triple up
If you ain't getting money, then you f**in' up
Playin' with my money, then I'm sending red crew after you
I can see your momma cryin' front row at your funeral
Talkin' bout, harming me, you better watch it f** boy
I'm from the southside, where they bang red and blue
(Hook: Waka Flocka)
I can hear automatics going off
I could hear momma's cryin' at the coffin
If a n***a try me, I'mma off him
I think my phone tapped, so talk with some caution
In the morning, I can get you brown D, I can get you good weed
I can get you tan, I'm talkin' about Alicia Keys
I can get ya mid-grade, talking about a G a P
I can get ya crystal rocks, I'm talkin' about that molly
(Verse 2)
If a n***a try me, Rock-a-bye baby
Born in the eighties, the crack era raised me
Imma give em' hell, til these p**y n***a's cage me
Shout out to this microphone and scale, that's what pays me
I'm s**er free, bet a n***a won't look wrong or even f** with me
BSM, yeah we more than just a company
More, we the Mafia
p**y boy we droppin' ya
Hollow tip shells got you singing like the opera
Fire your a** up, like them candles during Hanukkah
Drop it then they findin' ya
Wipe your family out like you're the punisher
Push a n***a wig way back, touch his Yarmulke
(Hook: Waka Flocka)
I can hear automatics going off
I could hear momma's cryin' at the coffin
If a n***a try me, I'mma off him
I think my phone tapped, so talk with some caution
In the morning, I can get you brown D, I can get you good weed
I can get you tan, I'm talkin' about Alicia Keys
I can get ya mid-grade, talking about a G a P
I can get ya crystal rocks, I'm talkin' about that molly