Waka Flocka Flame - I C U lyrics

[Chorus:] I C U n***as faking, you ain't really got it I C U n***as faking, you don't really want it I C U n***as faking, that sh** ain't a hundred I C U n***as faking, I C U n***as faking I C U n***as faking, I C U n***as I C U n***as faking, I C U n***as faking I C U n***as faking, I C U n***as I C U n***as, I C U n***a [Verse 1:] Salute me or just shoot me, you know how am rocking Sell, go rob, n***a I ain't have an option Everybody acting k**er, ain't nobody is dropping You can tell a real shooter, when they pistol popping Your girl a easy f**, I ain't take her shopping She say you don't f** her right, I got that p**y running What's a AP and am rolling, for that sh** ain't nothing I'm in Europe, I'm in Asia, f**ing Bali I follow Reggae like a head of money calling Say he want to F a brick in a back of dolphin Say your trap house booming, dem am gooms lurkey For the bread, I C U and two surgeons [Chorus] [Verse 2:] He said he ain't f**ing with that white boy Matt Ryan He go get rich, or go get fat trying You don't live that lifestyle, boy you just ripening OG just got eighteen years and he's still triping Bunch of acting a** n***as, you deserve a Oscar Pull up on your F-er skirt, bow wacka flocka They don't know how it really feel to bust a choppa Or go to war and come back home without your partner Blood, what the f** you do? Range on the south side Get these like a f**ing zoo Play my young, n***as,not the fight, just a f**ing show I ain't got to lift a finger, send my new recruit [Chorus]