Из альбома: Lock Out
Verse 1 [French Montana]
These old niggas dead bring the forks out
Montana Josh Smith With The Hawks Out
Swiss cheese on him
I'll Japan flag ya head red beams on em white sheets on him
It's hell on earth
God gon' help you nigga help yourself first
Fuck forbes only thing workin for us
Cut the middle man out and deal straight with the source
I've been gone for a second street miss a nigga
Broke with a swag? or corny rich nigga?
Need a fix nigga, got that white girl nigga A1, New whip, white bitch credit A1
This be the lock out take one
Chorus [Waka Flocka Flame]
I just met a new connect, ain't no stopping me, I'm the prodigy
And if you try to stop me, disrespect me
Then my young boys, they gonna cause havoc
We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep
We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep
We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep
We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep
Chorus
Verse 2 [Waka Flocka Flame]
I met this girl in new york, say she from Lefrak
Pussy nigga callin say he want his shit back
My reply back you kno how it goes
Shawty kick a door ive got robbed before, (FLOCKA!)
Then I bounce back cooking lyrical crack
All you niggas ass cheek you run with a sheep pack (BAAAA)
Never been the one to talk I white sheet dat
Turn my back pulled down my B hat Bllaaattt (sooo Woooop)
This can't be life, I used to be a backseat driver
Now I'm riding in the Maybach
Couple of old friends trying to discredit me
I put on for this G-Shit honor me
Chorus
Verse 3 [Prodigy]
Heart of a lion Body of a Boxer
Mind of a criminal who just got out the box
Quality 16, dopamine flow, bottle pop rap pills and moscato
So many songs I got thousands kid
Yeah your hard drive gonna need a thousand gigs
Feet up, VIP, lounging, bitch way I deal, not real, he's counterfeit
Get you a infamous empire state boy
The real thing are we, no joke, I'm no toy
The most inglorious, notorious bastard
Don P, flocka and montana shit (Bow! Bow! Bow!)
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