Lyrics Waka Flocka Flame

Waka Flocka Flame

What Wuld U Do

What do you do when police kick your door

Tell everybody get down on the floor? (I'ma shoot)

Better have bond and a good-ass lawyer

'Cause when you step in front of the judge, he ain't gon' show your ass no love

What do you do if a truck backing up

With bales and bricks and it's all filled up?

I'ma turn my stove on, I'ma turn my scale on

Trapping with my Ruger so I'm never home alone

Dope in my nuts, hand on my Glock

12 pull up, then we dumping on the fucking cops

I'll be damned if I run, I gotta get my money

Trying to get the trap jumping like Bugs Bunny

Ain't shit funny, fucking with MGM

So much fucking pounds, so much fucking bricks

Got new goons, them boys Mexican

Hella tattoos, them boys bad news

Bad attitude with a good aim, nigga

I'm still the same nigga from the same block, nigga

Stupid hustle game, what a wicked jump shot

Stupid hustle game, what a wicked jump shot

What do you do when police kick your door

Tell everybody get down on the floor? (I'ma shoot)

Better have bond and a good-ass lawyer

'Cause when you step in front of the judge, he ain't gon' show your ass no love

What do you do if a truck backing up

With bales and bricks and it's all filled up?

I'ma turn my stove on, I'ma turn my scale on

Trapping with my Ruger so I'm never home alone

What do you do if them pussies breaking in?

Choice A: run; choice B: start shooting

Choice C: murk them and throw them in the river

Don't try me 'cause I'm a choice C nigga

What would you do with a brick in the pot?

Cartel would whip it up and set up shop

South Atlanta, Zone 3, that's my home base

Trigger finger funny, it only aims for the face

What would you do if Cartel tied your bitch up

And said, "I need 200 thousand for her ransom"?

Smoking kush with Flocka and my nigga Kinto

Finger on the trigger like a South Atlanta 'migo

What do you do when police kick your door

Tell everybody get down on the floor? (I'ma shoot)

Better have bond and a good-ass lawyer

'Cause when you step in front of the judge, he ain't gon' show your ass no love

What do you do if a truck backing up

With bales and bricks and it's all filled up?

I'ma turn my stove on, I'ma turn my scale on

Trapping with my Ruger so I'm never home alone

You know a 'migo model, I'm deep every time

You know a 'migo model stay strapped with a Glock 9

You know a 'migo model sell your ass a brick or pound

Kinto, MGM boys, it's going down

Pussy nigga, try me, get your life declined

Hit them with the chopper 'bout 36 times

Black tee, black Levi's, and a black mask

I'll do it bare face if I really need the cash

85 hundred Mafia

Tell them cops, tell them Feds ain't no stopping us

What will I do if they run through my door?

Flush the work, try to make it out the back door

What do you do when police kick your door

Tell everybody get down on the floor? (I'ma shoot)

Better have bond and a good-ass lawyer

'Cause when you step in front of the judge, he ain't gon' show your ass no love

What do you do if a truck backing up

With bales and bricks and it's all filled up?

I'ma turn my stove on, I'ma turn my scale on

Trapping with my Ruger so I'm never home alone