Lyrics Waka Flocka Flame

Waka Flocka Flame

Off With His Head

If I front his ass a pack, and he run off with the work

I'm a send the youngins at him, he gonn get his ass mugged

Off with his head, off with his head

Heard he talking shit about me, when I see him we gonn bust

We don't do no fuckin talking, in the squad I'm a trust

Off with his head, off with his head

Shoot in the club like I'm sean, beat a nigga ass like I'm alley

Nigga won't LA me, how the fuck this world gonn see me

What the fuck this world coming to

One deep scrap with my boo

No hesitation she gonn shoot, red bottom her shoes

Celine on her back, zipper mine that's a black bag

Shoot first, put it on my fact

I don't straight shove a pyru

9 ball spank even room

For them 3 I'm gonn shoot

Free the these but jay woo

The chop sticks when you're full

If I front his ass a pack, and he run off with the work

I'm a send the youngins at him, he gonn get his ass mugged

Off with his head, off with his head

Heard he talking shit about me, when I see him we gonn bust

We don't do no fuckin talking, in the squad I'm a trust

Off with his head, off with his head

Ballin on your head, we will, uh, I mean

Talk to him, off with his head, whole lot of blood

Get shed, blood, ice in his reck

Pressure bloods pipes, tell a nigga gets scared

I don't fear niggas, feds

Matter fact, fuck the feds

Round ricko, body time in the nino

Matter fact you are uno,

Before you get a dose

30 lean the antidote

Quick to let that hammer go, where the ammo go

In about to get a lit up in a hoe

3 more, free row

Been taken, 3 word, super soaked, red shirt

Waka with me, red shirts, dick be like the red socks

I will leave that one shot, bang, headshot

If I front his ass a pack, and he run off with the work

I'm a send the youngins at him, he gonn get his ass mugged

Off with his head, off with his head

Heard he talking shit about me, when I see him we gonn bust

We don't do no fuckin talking, in the squad I'm a trust

Off with his head, off with his head

My strap cold, rain man, we ball that shit hammer time

We bumming up on the referee, ps amo we feelin fine

Of with your h.e.a.d. you fuck nigga

My young nigga just 5 2, so no need to duck nigga

Bought a pistol, you brink it

Woo da kid my name, bitch

What the fuck is you thinking?

M street where I bang bitch

Thugging went back to the 9 hoes

In the home with you want 9 hoes

Swearing on Christ and I put it on my life

At the same time fuck 9 hoes

My young boy got young boys

Don't fuck around or die young boy

My young nigga he 16, he walk around with that gun nigga

If I front your pack better bring it back

Off with your head can't get it back

Hit it then click, then you hear a crack

Off with your brain like one sap!

If I front his ass a pack, and he run off with the work

I'm a send the youngins at him, he gonn get his ass mugged

Off with his head, off with his head

Heard he talking shit about me, when I see him we gonn bust

We don't do no fuckin talking, in the squad I'm a trust

Off with his head, off with his head.