Warning

(альбом: Salute Me Or Shoot Me 6 - 2019)

[Waka Flocka Flame:]
DP on the beat
Damn, son, where'd you find this?
We busting bottles, we be counting, rocking chains
'Cause we came from shit, nigga

I got niggas in the kitchen, I get pounds dirt cheap
I'm in New York with the plug, now we eatting at Felipes
I know niggas that got rich, now they ass flat broke
When them good girls start stripping, man, they ass turn to freaks
My young niggas TTG, you gon' die if it's beef
I don't want no fucking peace, pour my Henny, roll a leaf
I don't wanna see no flex, bitch, I tatted up my sleeves
I told Cannon if he kill 'em I'ma send him three bricks
Man, we love robbing robbers and we love extorting trappers
I'm a disrespectful nigga, you might catch me in your house
Fucking your bitch on the couch, putting dick all in her mouth
I'm just a nigga from the South so you know them pistols out
You niggas tucking chains in, I thought y'all was some gangsters
Swear I'm just a street nigga, somehow I got famous
Rob Waka Flocka, bitch, you talking out your anus
Leave you brainless, you niggas lame to us
Bitches shaking ass, young niggas twisting fingers

[Comethazine:]
Bitch, I came in with the chop, me and Wak', and I'm sipping Wock
Your bitch tryna fuck, she a dyke, that bitch gave me top
Lamborghini Murciélago, V12 skrrt off the lot
Told that lil' dumb slutty bitch, take off your skirt, bitch, keep the top
If that boy want smoke, hit where it hurt, I make his body drop
Bitch, I'm TTG, I'm trained to go, on go, I never stop
This fuckboy a dork, a dweeb, a ho, that boy gon' always flop

[Waka Flocka Flame:]
I got niggas in the kitchen, I get pounds dirt cheap
I'm in New York with the plug, now we eatting at Felipes
I know niggas that got rich, now they ass flat broke
When them good girls start stripping, man, they ass turn to freaks
My young niggas TTG, you gon' die if it's beef
I don't want no fucking peace, pour my Henny, roll a leaf
I don't wanna see no flex, bitch, I tatted up my sleeves
I told Cannon if he kill 'em I'ma send him three bricks
Man, we love robbing robbers and we love extorting trappers
I'm a disrespectful nigga, you might catch me in your house
Fucking your bitch on the couch, putting dick all in her mouth
I'm just a nigga from the South so you know them pistols out
You niggas tucking chains in, I thought y'all was some gangsters
Swear I'm just a street nigga, somehow I got famous
Rob Waka Flocka, bitch, you talking out your anus
Leave you brainless, you niggas lame to us
Bitches shaking ass, young niggas twisting fingers

Damn, son, where'd you find this?