[Intro]
One-zero-one-f**ing-seven
Brick Squad!
Yeah, n***a, I'm finna annihilate your a**, n***a
One verse, p**y a** n***a
I ain't even got no hook for this sh**
But this sh** is so super duper personal, my n***a
Like, real talk
Like, homes so super lame, like
I perform at Libra, I get off the stage
Then homes start popping sh** about a n***a
Ego tripping 'bout a n***a
The same n***a that wanna borrow a hundred dollars?
That n***a
The same n***a that say he balling, sleeping at hoes' house
Driving hoes' cars and sh**
The same n***a, like...
Come on, man, this Flocka, n***a
Y'all n***as got me f**ed up, n***a
LeBron Flocka James, n***a
Ain't sh** changed, n***a
I still scrape up dollars and change, n***a
Real talk, n***a
No hook shawty, boy
One verse, you p**y a** boy
For real, n***a
This sh** real, my n***a
They can't calm me down, n***a, right now, n***a
I'm on Hulk right now, n***a
Everything green, n***a
Diamonds green, gang green, n***a
f** y'all n***as talking about, n***a?
Waka Flocka, n***a
These n***as got me f**ed up, man
Real talk
[Verse]
Throwing bullets back, don't wear throwbacks
He talk like Gucci, act like Gucci, rob ice like Gucci
Boy, stop! That's middle-of-the-mall j**elry
Ego tripping have these goons knock off your koofy
Better calm down before I fill that fade
Watch your chain, I'm throwing beads off, p**y n***a, what the f** you claim?
We ain't the same clique, same label, the same gang
This is a public service announcement to the fake Gucci Mane
Them people on the east side [?] you, n***a
I ride on the B side, who are you, n***a?
You could play Ken, then I'm Ryu, n***a
Your clique not really right, fake Damu, n***a
Jealous and he envy me 'cause I'm realer than him
Jealous and he envy me, call the p**y Throw-B
Waka Flocka Flame in the club, where the gangstas be
In the club, rolling up nothing but that stinky tree
[Outro]
Little p**y a** n***a
Yeah, n***a
One verse your a**, n***a
I hope you heard this sh**, n***a
You lucky, my n***a
You know my momma, I know your momma
That's why I can't touch your p**y a**, n***a
You know a n***a put that hands on a n***a, you gon' call 12, n***a
Yeah, n***a, and I heard when you was in prison, n***a
You was a trustee, n***a
You wasn't no real n***a
My n***a told me you wasn't even in the population, n***a
Stop popping like you gangsta, my n***a
Real talk, n***a, selling honey buns to get tattoo'd
Then come out, wallowing like you hard, n***a
You ain't no real n***a
Waka Flocka Flame
Gone