These old niggas dead bring the forks out Montana Josh Smith With The Hawks Out Swiss cheese on him I'll Japan flag ya head red beams on em white sheets on him It's hell on earth God gon' help you nigga help yourself first Fuck forbes only thing workin for us Cut the middle man out and deal straight with the source I've been gone for a second street miss a nigga Broke with a swag? or corny rich nigga? Need a fix nigga, got that white girl nigga A1, New whip, white bitch credit A1 This be the lock out take one
Chorus [Waka Flocka Flame]
I just met a new connect, ain't no stopping me, I'm the prodigy And if you try to stop me, disrespect me Then my young boys, they gonna cause havoc We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep
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Verse 2 [Waka Flocka Flame] I met this girl in new york, say she from Lefrak Pussy nigga callin say he want his shit back My reply back you kno how it goes Shawty kick a door ive got robbed before, (FLOCKA!) Then I bounce back cooking lyrical crack All you niggas ass cheek you run with a sheep pack (BAAAA) Never been the one to talk I white sheet dat Turn my back pulled down my B hat Bllaaattt (sooo Woooop) This can't be life, I used to be a backseat driver Now I'm riding in the Maybach Couple of old friends trying to discredit me I put on for this G-Shit honor me
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Verse 3 [Prodigy] Heart of a lion Body of a Boxer Mind of a criminal who just got out the box Quality 16, dopamine flow, bottle pop rap pills and moscato So many songs I got thousands kid Yeah your hard drive gonna need a thousand gigs Feet up, VIP, lounging, bitch way I deal, not real, he's counterfeit Get you a infamous empire state boy The real thing are we, no joke, I'm no toy The most inglorious, notorious bastard Don P, flocka and montana shit (Bow! Bow! Bow!)