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Waka Flocka Flame

Going Off

 

Going Off

(Album: From Roaches To Rollies - 2013)


[Hook: Waka Flocka]
I could hear all them hater's going off
I could hear momma's crying at the coffins
If a nigga try me, I'mma off him
I think my phone tapped, so talk with some caution
In the morning, I can get you brown D, I can get you good weed
I can get you tan, I'm talking about Alicia Keys
I can get ya mid-grade, talking about a G a P
I can get ya crystal rocks, I'm talking about that molly

[Bridge: Waka Flocka]
Boy I love my hood, so it's tatted on my body
These nigga's mad when I pull up in that Rari
I don't like to brag, but they know I got an army
Fuck with me, I send them shooters, put that on Charlie
Automatic going off

[Hook]

[Verse 1]
Back in my county, we moving like the Gotti's
Flexing with that ice on, boy you a robbery
I can't talk to you, if it ain't money
Balling like I'm Hartfield, J's hit the rock
Get the dancing to the Dougie, say yo ass a dummie
Got the trap jumping the some double dutch
Pussy, get your money up
Fuck with me you double up, triple up
If you ain't getting money, then you fucking up
Playing with my money, then I'm sending red crew after you
I can see your momma crying front row at your funeral
Talking bout, harming me, you better watch [?]
I'm from the southside, where they bang red and blue

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
If a nigga try me, Rock-a-bye baby
Born in the eighties, the crack era raised me
Imma give em' hell, til these pussy nigga's cage me
Shout out to this microphone and scale, that's what pays me
I'm sucker free, bet a nigga won't look wrong or even fuck with me
BSM, yeah we more than just a company
More, we the Mafia
Pussy boy we dropping ya
Hollow tip shells got you singing like the opera
Fire your ass up, like them candles during Hanukkah
Drop it then they finding ya
Wipe your family out like you're the punisher
Push a nigga wig way back, touch his Yarmulke

[Hook]

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