Waka Flocka Flame - Ice Cream Cone (Gucci Diss) lyrics

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] See I been shooting pistols since the 7th grade I been a real n***a since 2nd grade And when I met Gucci, thought I met a real n***a Until he crossed the line and he became a f** n***a I used to share rooms, now I got it made n***as sip codeine like its lemonade I'm still the same n***a with his nappy fro' Ain't nothing changed but this dirty cali coat [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] From roaches to Rolex's I been through so much sh** Effin on me and I got an extra clip Wish a n***a trip, wish them p**y boys slip Geeked up off them d** so he better watch his lip Know a n***a blood, but respected by the crips Shawty shake that a**, let me see you do a split And you know I got an army, know I got some k**ers If he try to harm me, I'm sending k**ers Keep them f**-boys from round' me Know they wanna doubt me Wanna see me broke, locked down in the county How the f** you sending shots n***a, at a shooter How the f** you sending shots n***a, at a shooter [Hook] [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] I ain't worrying bout' sh**, n***a wreck crew all around me If there's 20 n***as then there's 20 pistols around me Jump in the water bet them young n***as drown you Shooters shoot for free I ain't gotta place a bounty Overstep your boundary, I'll revoke your blood pa** Used to be my n***a, now you jealous, where the love at? No loyalty, you put money over all that f** this industry, cause' the streets know the real facts P.S. Don't get caught in that, this ain't for promotion All in your feelings, all in your emotions Just for attention, you cause all of this commotion n***a you just talking you don't really want your business in the open [Hook]