Obituary

DJ Scream, Waka Flocka

Hood Rich

Kliko, we in this motherfucker man

I’m back, now I’ve been all around the motherfuckin world man

42 cities, 11 countries

Nigga I’m still tourin man

Off 3 years ago music and I’m still makin millions off my old shit

I’ll bust yo head, It ain’t shit to me!

Have you plankin dead, It ain’t shit to me!

Flocka!

Arms up screaming victory

Obituary, read you out of history Have you rob me, statute death a unsolved mystery

Rappers comin out the closet like they Jason Collins

Rappers beef with other niggas, they don’t want these problems

I just get it poppin, grew up, I didn’t have an option

My youngins, they ain’t got a option, they’ll shoot yo shit up

That’s facts nigga, stay strapped nigga

Ridin round town with that same fat nigga

That’s deep dash, window smack, choppa with a blast

6 hour surgeries and a body cast

Ah, ride on the enemy

Give a fuck about this industry

Shoot one, I shoot two, you know the remedy

Headshot, top back, JF Kennedy

Adopt yo soul, it ain’t shit to me (adios)

Parties droppin, I see murder like Master P

Obituary, you just made history

No prints, just an unsolved mystery

Copped my first strap when I was 14

Real painkiller like morphine

Don’t pause, add em, I need more fiends

I can see it in his face, he soft as Ice Cream

Wooh da Kid, Waka Flocka – bad news

I swear these boys nuts, no cashews

Cross the line, you gon die today

Droppin money on the head like he DOA

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