Bitch, what´s the problem Fuck you talking ´bout my nigga, I got ´em I got ´em
[Busta Rhymes, Waka Flocka Flame]
Bitch, what´s the problem Fuck you talking ´bout my nigga, I got ´em Need I remind ´em, they must´ve forgotten Fuck this bitch up from the top to the bottom Kill ´em all ´til they decaying, they rotting Whip shit I can´t pronounce, just know it´s foreign Spaceship outside and the fiber is carbon I´m making ´em sick again, bitch get here, vomit Fuck Bitch, what´s the problem Fuck you talking ´bout my nigga, I got ´em Me taking Ls while talking so uncommon Shit hide their shit before my niggas rob ´em You better off dead or probably playing opossum And stay on the ground ´cause there´s no better option Then fuck up this bitch with another concoction
Clear up the block with a blare from a shotgun Bitch, what´s the problem Fuck you talking ´bout my nigga, I got ´em Clown niggas from miles away, we still spot ´em Man, fuck around and end up on a milk carton *Gunshot* Nigga wondering who shot him Grave located, don´t post your nigga garden Pop niggas up, now watch my way I rock ´em I chop a brick up now watch how they gon´ cop ´em I mop the clique up on top of how I flop them Get got in your gut no matter how I drop ´em Plot against us now watch how we just stop ´em What we s´posed to do? Nigga from the bottom Plant the money tree and get the money when it blossom How the fuck is they gon´ stop him Clout thirsty niggas on the gram, we block ´em
Pull up and watch the way the bitches flockin´ Flocka! Waka Flocka! Most you niggas really ca-ca (And) Get the passing, meet ??? (And) Bitch you know I keep the choppa (And) Every single time I pop ´em (And) Pop ´em make the ratchet pop-pop Pop-pop-pop-pop I make that ratchet pop-pop *Explosion*
Think you niggas can fuck with my clique I say "Oh no-no" How could be better, nigga could be never heard of, no Fuck the building up, promoters screaming out "Oh no-no" Until they shut us down, they got every hood fiending like "Oh no"
[Busta Rhymes, Wacka Flocka Flame] Bitch, what´s the problem Fuck you talking ´bout my nigga, I got ´em (Watch how I) Wack ´em and I sock ´em Outer space with it how I Mr. Spock ´em And cop me a planet, fuck it up like Saturn Batmobile whipping, pulling up to Gotham ??? sipping, counting blood with Pac-Man Gotta chill, bitches know I beg your pardon Bitch, what´s the problem How´d you fuck it up my nigga, I got ´em Y´all niggas know that what we do is awesome You better off leaving, purchase you a coffin You gon´ thank me in the morning You know that I keep shooting, the gun barrel scorching
Lay you to rest and spin the Wheel of Fortune Do shit that keep all of you niggas talking Bitch, what´s the problem Fuck you talking ´bout my nigga, I got ´em Fuck shit up here and all the way to Scotland And broke him up with the ???, we gon´ pop him And talk my shit clear, well let me speaker knock him Motherfucker got him flockin´ I talk to the streets to be my final calling Walk and go sleep, that be your final warning Fl-Fl-Fl-Fl-Flocka! Wacka Flocka! Most you niggas really ca-ca (And) Get the passing, meet ??? (And) Bitch you know I keep the choppa (And) Every single time I pop ´em (And) Pop ´em make the ratchet pop-pop Pop-pop-pop-pop
I make that ratchet pop-pop *Explosion*
Think you niggas can fuck with my clique I say "Oh no-no" How could be better, nigga could be never heard of, no Fuck the building up, promoters screaming out "Oh no-no" Until they shut us down, they got every hood fiending like "Oh no-no"