[Intro-DJ Holiday]
Hold up, stop everything Flocka
You going too hard big homie
They ain't ready for this shit
I think its a little young n***a who just ran out of ammo
Let that n***a reload real quick
You ready?
Aight let's go

[Hook-Waka Flocka Flame]
You a robot rapper (You)
Robot rapper (You, you)
Toe with the sag, old robot rapper
Look stupid on stage, robot rapper
Flex, he ain't no trapper, you a robot rapper
Robot rapper
You a robot rapper
Ice don't make you hard, robot rapper
Flags don't make you hard, robot rapper (Sizzle)
I can hear it in the mic, you a robot rapper

[Verse 1-Waka Flocka Flame]
I done did everything in my life to try and make it
I am not a robot rapper, I cannot fake it
Money elevated, so the haters hate me
All other rappers' sound is outdated
Streets dumb easy, you gotta play it
Flocka, Waka, I know you hate when y'all hear that sound
Bricksquad, we the new Dogg Pound
Rappers tryna take it, yeah they biting our sound
What they love? My gangsta clique
I can't do no media training, shawty, fuck that robot shit
If you tell the truth keep the real in the booth
You sweeter than the [?] too, robot rappin'
Robot trappin'
Robot flaggin'
Yeah, I'm jean saggin', (Grove Street), my flag all green (Grove Street)
Disrespect the team, I'mma spray like oil sheen
Nah mean?