[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
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See I been shooting pistols since the 7th grade
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I been a real nigga since 2nd grade
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And when I met Gucci, thought I met a real nigga
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Until he crossed the line and he became a fuck nigga
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I used to share rooms, now I got it made
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Niggas sip codeine like its lemonade
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I’m still the same nigga with his nappy fro’
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Ain’t nothing changed but this dirty cali coat
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[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
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From roaches to Rolex’s I been through so much shit
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Everything on me and I got an extra clip
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Wish a nigga trip, wish them pussy boys slip
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Geeked up off them drugs so he better watch his lip
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Know a nigga blood, but respected by the crips
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Shawty shake that ass, let me see you do a split
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And you know I got an army, know I got some killers
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If he try to harm me, I’m sending killers
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Keep them fuck-boys from round’ me
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Know they wanna doubt me
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Wanna see me broke, locked down in the county
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How the fuck you sending shots nigga, at a shooter
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How the fuck you sending shots nigga, at a shooter
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[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
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[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
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I ain’t worrying bout’ shit, nigga wreck crew all around me
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If there’s 20 niggas then there’s 20 pistols around me
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Jump in the water bet them young niggas drown you
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Shooters shoot for free I ain’t gotta place a bounty
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Overstep your boundary, I’ll revoke your blood pass
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Used to be my nigga, now you jealous, where the love at?
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No loyalty, you put money over all that
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Fuck this industry, cause’ the streets know the real facts
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P.S. Don’t get caught in that, this ain't for promotion
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All in your feelings, all in your emotions
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Just for attention, you cause all of this commotion
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Nigga you just talking you don’t really want your business in the open
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[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
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Ice Cream (Gucci Mane Diss)
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| Waka Flocka Flame |
