Let the lil bitch get a pic, damn Roof went missin' on Biscayne Grown man, I don't play jit games You call a nigga snitch, that ain't no lil thing Nine out of ten, they gon' bust his brain Got your haircut, like, catch this fade Got a barber, but the chopper got a switchblade I'ma push your shit all the way back this way Told my girlfriend: Baby, I retired game Waka Flocka molly, bring fire, fire, flame Niggas ain't tired of dyin', I'm assumin' I don't smoke with people, y'all probably be eatin' booty Fuck that lame nigga Boosie, lookin' down on a young nigga gettin' skrilla I used to look up to Boosie, he hate I got more bread, that old-head stupid You don't even move like an OG Couldn't sign me, so you got Koly, you know me Alright, I switched, ain't a seafood type of dude, but I like fish I'm on an all-night glitch, dropped a preview, a nigga seen me write all my shit Fuckin' 'round, I might miss, tryna get close, I don't do no jits on hits Bae, pull my dick out and spit on it And suck it all up, then sit on it Bae, pull my dick out and spit on it And suck it all up, then sit on it The molly so good, you need a little bit These 'Raris go: Wee-wee (wee-wee) See, Britney just turned to a kitty kat, she starin' at Miu Miu Let her dripped in Miu Miu like a cat I love to rap and get niggas whacked Got ninety-nine racks, hunnid M's in chains Hunnid thousand racks, ten million Lord, He blessed you with good aim And the world gon' end 'bout this chain So clean, step on these shoes, I'll murder ya Don't even happened to the ho, we been urgin' him