Waka Flocka Flame

I been gone for a minute but I’m back now

Same woo I ain’t never put the strap down

I’m rocking Rollies, I’m talking three of those (Flex)

Bad bitches (Okay), I got plenty of those (You know)

Diamond grill (Stunna), I can’t do the golds (Haha)

Trap on silent, money still comin’

Goin’ through hundreds like it ain’t nothin’

I can trust my dogs

Never trust a bitch

In my hood we clutching bangers

My young drop switch the bangers

Flocka got a bullet with your name on it

Your yt gon have a red stangs on it

Jolly Rancher Panamera

Bullets through your New Era

Bitch we’re running new era

Where you from, what set you claim

Who your partner, where you hang

Still that old me, I ain’t changed

I feel sorry for these bitches, I just fuck em and leave em

I feel sorry for these fake rappers, nobody believe em

I won’t die for this shit or what the fuck I say

Front yard, broad day with the SK

I did this shit for

Trap Hop , Trap Hop , Trap Hop

That money, that chain, that watch, boy I need it out you

Bitch I’m good in every hood i don’t need no vaucher

You could be from here to Ankerm, bet those shooters find you

Hopped out that brand new Phantom like, «it’s me ho!»

Got killers everywhere, they find you, you ain’t Nemo

Bitches love my stylo, long dreaded, tatted like I’m Migos

I’m drinking on some Activist, I’m drinking on some Activist

I’m smoking on atomic shit, you’ve never seen or heard of bitch

Quarter million dollars cash in my guest room (turn up)

Thumbing through the bands, I be playin’ with the check (flocka!)

I’m drinking champagne one deep in my phantom ghost (Uh!)

Bad bitch with me wonder where my manners go (Turn Up)

Bounce that ass, shake that ass like the Twerk Team

Hair long, ass fat, shawty mean

Another day, drink, smoke, just another episode

Everything you witness been the realest shit you ever saw

R-Red polo red rory my shirt they caught me horsin

Baby bring three friends so we can have a foursome

You mug me, we fighting

You touch me, we shooting

You try me, we fighting

I’ve been through so much shit

They say I’ve blown up quick, yeah

Hey, your mama front row like Spike Lee

All black dress, you shouldn’t have fucked with me

I sit back, thank God for everything I got (Yeah)

And for giving me life again when I got shot (Yeah)

Mom, I’m sorry, I can’t let you bury

Don’t worry, just commissary

And some letters plus some phone time, momma

I’m scared of a lot of things, but I ain’t got no fear

Fear get you killed, that’s why I’m still standing here

We ego trippin’ cause I’m poppin’

Red, flag stop signing

1017 want a brother, Yeah they signed ‘em

I love the way they run they mouth, my name is always in they mouth

I’ll have them run up in your house, if I was you, I’d watch my mouth

Waka Flocka and Rick Ross, boy, we so trill

DJ Khaled, motherfucker, I’m so hood

Me and Ace Hood trapping, selling good

I jumped into this rap game head first, head first

Fuck a body shot, aim head first, head first

She wanting me to fuck, I’m like: «head first, head first»

All I know is smoke weed, rob, steal, and sell dope

Roll dice, get money and gangbang with my folk

This shit going digital, man

Like, real talk, man

Ask about Flocka, all the girls feel him

And they film him, yes, they love him