Waka Sada lyrics

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
It's a cold game, when you selling cocaine
Made blood rain, if a n*gga drop my chain
Ain't no love for these f*ck boys
Ain't no love for these f*ck boys
f*ck all that talking, let's duke it out
Load up the guns, let's shoot it out
Cocaine in the trunk, like we moving out
Money and power, I can't do without

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Just hopped out the tesla
Hoes on my c*ck, but I stay with the heckler
No clouds in the sky, but I can get you wet up
Not talking the set up, you dead from the neck up
pus*y still playing checkers, flexing
Send me whenever, you'll never catch up
Ambulance in the stretcher
You n*ggas be acting too extra
It's guaranteed you gon respect us
Or suffer the pain, from an overgrown king
[?] up just for the team
And I put you b*tch n*ggas in a permanat dream

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Bout to hit my dawg room with that dog food
Clip long as a yard tool, get [?]
f*ck you n*gga, I dog you
I [?] move
A bulldog, knock you in your dawg shoes
I can't hear nothing
Unless god on this Earth, I don't fear nothing
Ain't no driving off perks, I can't stear nothing
Lightskinned bad b*tch with the pearsed monkey
Scope on all of my guns, like we deer hunteing
Big [?] in this b*tch, but his gear [?]
Flocka Flame in this b*tch, in a soccer jerzy
Got a stick in this b*tch, I need a hockey jerzy
All I do my lil n*gga [?] 30
Like yeah yeah yeah, Sada got him murdered
Put that n*gga through [?] hope they got a [?]
[?] really drippin syrup
500 trap dollars, just to sip the syrup
My white b*tch move the packs out in Lindonburg
Cash App for the drugs, gotta send it first
Just my last lap in the hood, foreign to the [?]
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
It's a cold game, when you selling cocaine
Made blood rain, if a n*gga drop my chain
Ain't no love for these f*ck boys
Ain't no love for these f*ck boys
f*ck all that talking, let's duke it out
Load up the guns, let's shoot it out
Cocaine in the trunk, like we moving out
Money and power, I can't do without