Waka Flocka Flame - Going Off lyrics

(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) sponsored links 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