B***h what's the problem

F**k you talkin' 'bout my n***a

I got 'em

Dready

I got 'em

B***h what's the problem

F**k you talkin' 'bout

N***a I got 'em

Need I remind 'em

They must've forgotten

F**k this b***h up from the top to the bottom

Kill 'em all 'til they decay and they rotten

Whip s**t I can't pronounce just know it's foreign

Spaceship outside and the fiber is carbon

I'm making 'em sick again b***h go 'head vomit

B***h what's the problem

F**k you talkin' 'bout

N***a I got 'em

Me takin' L's that talk is so uncommon

And s**t hide they s**t before my n***as rob 'em

You better off dead or probably playin' possum

And stay on the ground 'cause there's no better option

Then f**k up this b***h with another concoction

Clear out the block with a blare from the shotgun

Shotgun

B***h what's the problem

F**k you talkin' 'bout my n***a

I got 'em

Clown n***as from miles away we still spot 'em

Man f**k around and end up on a milk carton

N***a wonderin' who shot him

Grave located don't post these n***as garden

Pop n***as up now watch how I'ma rock 'em

I chop a brick up now watch how they gon' cop 'em

I mop the clique up on top of how I flop 'em

Get got in your gut no matter how I drop 'em

Plot against us then watch how we just stop 'em

What we 'posed to do

N***a from the bottom

Plant the money tree and get the money when it blossom

How the f**k is they gon' stop him

Clout thirsty n***as on the 'gram we block 'em

Pull up and watch the way the b***hes flock 'em

Flocka Waka Flocka

Most you n***as really caca

And

Get the pass and meet Mavaca

And

B***h you know I keep the choppa

And

Every single time I pop up

And

Pop I make the ratchet pop-pop

Pop-pop-pop

Pop I make that ratchet pop-pop

Think you n***as can f**k with my clique

I say Oh no no

No

How could he be better

N***a could be never oh no no

No

F**k the building up promoters screaming out Oh no no

No

Until they shut us down they got every hood fiending like Oh no no

No

B***h what's the problem

F**k you talkin' 'bout

N***a I got 'em

Watch how I

How I wack 'em and I sock 'em

Outer space with it how I Mr Spock 'em

Then cop me a planet f**k it up like Saddam

Batmobile whippin' pullin' up to Gotham

Chamomile sippin' countin' blood with Pac-Man

Gotta chill b***hes know I beg your pardon

Your pardon

B***h what's the problem

How we f**k s**t up my n***a

I got 'em

Y'all n***as know that what we do is awesome

You're better off leavin' purchase you a coffin

A coffin

You gon' thank me in the morning

You know I keep shootin' the gun barrel scorching

Lay you to rest and spin the Wheel of Fortune

Do s**t that keep all of you n***as talkin'

B***h what's the problem

F**k you talkin' 'bout my n***a

I got 'em

F**k s**t up here and all the way to Scotland

And bruck him up where there's no reason to pop him

And talk my s**t clear while every speaker knockin'

Motherf**ker got 'em flockin'

I talk to the streets that be my final calling

Walk and go sleep that be your final warning

Flocka Waka Flocka

Most you n***as really caca

And

Get the pass and meet Mavaca

And

B***h you know I keep the choppa

And

Every single time I pop up

And

Pop I make the ratchet pop-pop

Pop-pop-pop

Pop I make that ratchet pop-pop

Think you n***as can f**k with my clique

I say Oh no no

No

How could he be better

N***a could be never oh no no

No

F**k the building up promoters screaming out Oh no no

No

Until they shut us down they got every hood fiending like Oh no no

No