[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
I said
You a fuck n***a
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I said...

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Heard you were snitchin'
I can't fuck wit'cha
Just bought a FN for a fuck n***a
I just bought that new (???) for you fuck n***as
I just seen your main bitch, I might fuck with her
You ain't keep it real when your partner went to jail
Took the charge for you, you ain't even post his bail
I was in the 9th grade in Clay Co. busting bail
R.I.P. To Travis Scott, D. Marks(?) and fish scale
I don't fuck with rappers
I don't want no features
I don't do no swap-outs
You ain't living what you rap 'bout
Red Gang with me, so you know them racks out
And you know them sticks out, I call Bruce to blow your brains out

[Hook- Waka Flocka Flame]
I said
You a fuck n***a
You a-You a fuck n***a
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I said...

[Verse 2 : Drecco]
Young, rich n***a, I be
Southside living that ???
Make the call to the homie Flocka
Told him let's clean up the streets
Even though we riding 2 deep
Got 60 n***as under the seat
And another 100 on the back seat
You n***as really don't want beef
Got 30 of the blue tip
30 of the red tip
Got 4 pistols posted on my hip
Drecco, nino, I do not slip
Hit 'em with the chopper make her do a whole front flip
Say Drecco [?] been on the fuck shit
Remix split, now I got a whole brick
Back in the trap still selling these nicks
Damn, I’m special, [?]

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
I said
You a fuck n***a
You a-You a fuck n***a
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I said...

[Verse 3: Lil Troup]
You a fuck n***a
I don't fuck wit'cha
I don't trust n***as
Run up I'll bust n***as
You a lame, I don't fuck wit'cha
You ain't heard that
Hit them with that 40, pussy n***a, bet you heard that
Bitch ,where them birds at? I'm cooking dope
I feel like Richard Porter, rich off selling, cooking dope
We got that Perc we got that Xanax we got-gotta smoke
(???) we rolling off that molly, let's turn up some more
Everyday I roll that reefer
I feel like Wiz Khalifa
I got a foreign barbie with me, got some things to teach her
I got her singing like a choir, I feel like a preacher
No, I don't fuck with lame n***as so don't ask for features

[Hook- Waka Flocka Flame]
I said
You a fuck n***a
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I said...