1 Verse lyrics

[Intro]
One-zero-one-f*cking-seven
Brick Squad!
Yeah, n*gga, I'm finna annihilate your ass, n*gga
One verse, pus*y ass n*gga
I ain't even got no hook for this sh*t
But this sh*t is so super duper personal, my n*gga
Like, real talk
Like, homes so super lame, like
I perform at Libra, I get off the stage
Then homes start popping sh*t about a n*gga
Ego tripping 'bout a n*gga
The same n*gga that wanna borrow a hundred dollars?
That n*gga
The same n*gga that say he balling, sleeping at hoes' house
Driving hoes' cars and sh*t
The same n*gga, like...
Come on, man, this Flocka, n*gga
Y'all n*ggas got me f*cked up, n*gga
LeBron Flocka James, n*gga
Ain't sh*t changed, n*gga
I still scrape up dollars and change, n*gga
Real talk, n*gga
No hook shawty, boy
One verse, you pus*y ass boy
For real, n*gga
This sh*t real, my n*gga
They can't calm me down, n*gga, right now, n*gga
I'm on Hulk right now, n*gga
Everything green, n*gga
Diamonds green, gang green, n*gga
f*ck y'all n*ggas talking about, n*gga?
Waka Flocka, n*gga
These n*ggas got me f*cked up, man
Real talk
[Verse]
Throwing bullets back, don't wear throwbacks
He talk like Gucci, act like Gucci, rob ice like Gucci
Boy, stop! That's middle-of-the-mall jewelry
Ego tripping have these goons knock off your koofy
Better calm down before I fill that fade
Watch your chain, I'm throwing beads off, pus*y n*gga, what the f*ck you claim?
We ain't the same clique, same label, the same gang
This is a public service announcement to the fake Gucci Mane
Them people on the east side [?] you, n*gga
I ride on the B side, who are you, n*gga?
You could play Ken, then I'm Ryu, n*gga
Your clique not really right, fake Damu, n*gga
Jealous and he envy me 'cause I'm realer than him
Jealous and he envy me, call the pus*y Throw-B
Waka Flocka Flame in the club, where the gangstas be
In the club, rolling up nothing but that stinky tree

[Outro]
Little pus*y ass n*gga
Yeah, n*gga
One verse your ass, n*gga
I hope you heard this sh*t, n*gga
You lucky, my n*gga
You know my momma, I know your momma
That's why I can't touch your pus*y ass, n*gga
You know a n*gga put that hands on a n*gga, you gon' call 12, n*gga
Yeah, n*gga, and I heard when you was in prison, n*gga
You was a trustee, n*gga
You wasn't no real n*gga
My n*gga told me you wasn't even in the population, n*gga
Stop popping like you gangsta, my n*gga
Real talk, n*gga, selling honey buns to get tattoo'd
Then come out, wallowing like you hard, n*gga
You ain't no real n*gga
Waka Flocka Flame
Gone