[Hook (2x): Wooh da Kid]
Stay low to the floor when I'm in the spot
Everybody on the floor, I'ma lick a shot
If you wanna jack, I'ma give you what I got
Midget jumping out my bag, it's a hundred shot
[Verse 1: Wooh da Kid]
It's a foul odor coming from the back porch
Not the Ghost Rider, but I left his a** torched
Left him burnt in the back with his Glock on him
Caught him slipping 'cause you know I had to drop on him
From his little chick daddy call his main squeeze
She ain't praying to the Lord when she's on her knees
Top shottas don't f** with no rude boys
No, I ain't Santa Claus, but I got lots of toys
He was in the back, blowing on ganja
He f**ed up 'cause he have marijuana
This was a old beef, I guess he thought the beef was dead
"And we don't know who did it" is what the paper said
[Hook (2x): Wooh da Kid]
Stay low to the floor when I'm in the spot
Everybody on the floor, I'ma lick a shot
If you wanna jack, I'ma give you what I got
Midget jumping out my bag, it's a hundred shot
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
I got a phone call, a n***a stole a whole brick
Oh sh**, squadded up, call the whole click
I'm finna let my pistol whip, pistol-whip a b**h
I got a head shot, shawty, I'm finna shoot the b**h
f** the cops, murk this block, we gon' shoot it out
Where the green flag, shawty? I can't go without
It's a drought down south, I'm charging twenty-six
Go a couple states up, charge thirty-six
My dope the sickest, make them J's breathless
I'll snatch your necklace, car squeeze, breathless
I'm on that trap sh**, slab, rock, rap sh**
I'll holler, "Flocka wants the girls", start flocking quick
[Hook (2x): Wooh da Kid]
Stay low to the floor when I'm in the spot
Everybody on the floor, I'ma lick a shot
If you wanna jack, I'ma give you what I got
Midget jumping out my bag, it's a hundred shot
[Verse 3: Wooh da Kid]
Licked a shot for my moms raising five kids
Five boys, no pops, they some bad kids
It's in my bloodline, everybody cut throat
My moms got shot, but the n***a got smoked
In '94, I had had my mom's 25 strap
Coming for your lunch money and we taking snacks
Moved to Atlanta, Georgia, back in '99
Scruff McGruff-a** n***as screaming, "stop the crime"
Real k**ers get it done, they gon' lick a shot
Never told on a soul, I am what you not
If you wanna jack, I'ma give you what I got
Lick a shot at the cowards tipping off the cops