[Verse]
Freestyle king, Imma do my thing
Married to the game, Imma need a ring
Run up on me, that choppa sing
Brand-new b*tch, that's a brand-new tin
Broke up with my b*tch, now she’s my side-b*tch
Text me and my sidekick
Look, yeah
She walked with the strap in the purse like a dyke b*tch
Wanna see fly sh*t
Uh, yeah
n*ggas just lose it
n*ggas be faker than op-tical illusions
Run up on me, that choppa skip to conclusions
I don't give a f*ck who your b*tch, Imma do her
Paul Wall with her, Imma choppa and screw her
Brand-new money
Run up on me, choppa hopin' like a bunny
I don’t walk it, I run it, keep it one hundred
Headshot, headshot, drive-by in a Hummer
Goddamn
Just lose it
Uh, make love, then make music
Uh, run up—choppa do 'em
Waka Flocka O Let's Do It
Uh, offa' the top I be kickin' it
Hop on my di*k like a frog, you be ribitit
Uh, look at the way I be rippin' it
Dribblin' on em like I be full of adrenaline
Uh, sick of the percs, Imma put them down, huh
Run up on me
That choppa marry your ass like you got a gown on
Guess you a pus*y now, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Guess you a pus*y now, huh
Keep this beat going