Gah Damn
Find you, now
Yeah, nigga wanna play with gang, shoot his block up
Yup, and I walked in with that flame, Waka Flocka
Yeah, nigga finna hit a stain, get yo' block spun (oh)
Fill up every bottle with some dirty toxins
Block that ho if she tryna test me with that nonsense, I'm nauseous (oh no)
Drank, it got me nauseous
Yo' baby mama said I'm awesome (let's go, let's go)
Yeah, I'm awesome (woah)
We got aim, we squeeze, now we lost him, damn, we lost him (let's go, let's go)
We fin' Fox five him, like goddamn, bitch, like goddamn
It's perfect timing, I'm winin', yeah, I'm dinin' (go, go, go)
In YSL, I look the finest (go, go)
You're fucked, I'm firin' (go, go)
Big ass rackie in my pocket, they breakin' pockets (go, go, go, go)
Breakin' bread with all my partners, my fuckin' partners
Doot, doot, doot, straight to your mama, your fuckin' mama (yeah)
Bitch, I'm flashin' all these diamonds, all on my body
Don't wanna catch a fuckin' homi', but bitch, don't try me
Rugrat just like lil' Tommy, like lil' Tommy
AR kickout with a tommy
Another body, another body, another body
You so off topic, boy, you lost me, you fuckin' lost me (yeah)
My bitch so foxy, red bandana just like foxy, this car got five seats
For my aids, yeah, for my posse, no, I don't gang bang (gang bang)
Yeah, I'm aimin' at yo' gang mane, yeah, at yo' gang, mane
Bust yo' shoes, yeah, I can't maintain, can't fuckin' maintain
All black whip just like Bruce Wayne, mane, black Bruce Wayne, mane
Hot lemon pepper wings, mane, I need 'em tangin' (tangin')
2015 been the same gang, I'm with the same gang
Left my stick at the crib, get melee'd, get fuckin' melee'd (get fuckin' melee'd)
Got his family screamin', "Mayday," they screamin', '"Mayday"
Yeah, the Percs, they save me
Yup, and I walked in with that flame, Waka Flocka
Yeah, nigga finna hit a stain, get yo' block spun
Fill up every bottle with some dirty toxins (blah)
Block that ho if she tryna test me with that nonsense, I'm nauseous
Drank, it got me nauseous
Yo' baby mama said I'm awesome, yeah, I'm awesome
We got aim, we squeeze, now we lost him, damn, we lost him
We fin' Fox five him, like goddamn, bitch, like god
Yeah, nigga wanna play with gang, shoot his block up
Yup, and I walked in with that flame, Waka Flocka
Yeah, nigga finna hit a stain, get yo' block spun (oh)
Fill up every bottle with some dirty toxins
Block that ho if she tryna test me with that nonsense, I'm nauseous (oh no)
Drank, it got me nauseous
Yo' baby mama said I'm awesome (let's go, let's go)
Yeah, I'm awesome (woah)
We got aim, we squeeze, now we lost him, damn, we lost him (let's go, let's go)
We fin' Fox five him, like goddamn, bitch, like goddamn
It's perfect timing, I'm winin', yeah, I'm dinin' (go, go, go)
In YSL, I look the finest (go, go)
You're fucked, I'm firin' (go, go)
Big ass rackie in my pocket, they breakin' pockets (go, go, go, go)
Breakin' bread with all my partners, my fuckin' partners
Doot, doot, doot, straight to your mama, your fuckin' mama (yeah)
Bitch, I'm flashin' all these diamonds, all on my body
Don't wanna catch a fuckin' homi', but bitch, don't try me
Rugrat just like lil' Tommy, like lil' Tommy
AR kickout with a tommy
Another body, another body, another body
You so off topic, boy, you lost me, you fuckin' lost me (yeah)
My bitch so foxy, red bandana just like foxy, this car got five seats
For my aids, yeah, for my posse, no, I don't gang bang (gang bang)
Yeah, I'm aimin' at yo' gang mane, yeah, at yo' gang, mane
Bust yo' shoes, yeah, I can't maintain, can't fuckin' maintain
All black whip just like Bruce Wayne, mane, black Bruce Wayne, mane
Hot lemon pepper wings, mane, I need 'em tangin' (tangin')
2015 been the same gang, I'm with the same gang
Left my stick at the crib, get melee'd, get fuckin' melee'd (get fuckin' melee'd)
Got his family screamin', "Mayday," they screamin', '"Mayday"
Yeah, the Percs, they save me
Yup, and I walked in with that flame, Waka Flocka
Yeah, nigga finna hit a stain, get yo' block spun
Fill up every bottle with some dirty toxins (blah)
Block that ho if she tryna test me with that nonsense, I'm nauseous
Drank, it got me nauseous
Yo' baby mama said I'm awesome, yeah, I'm awesome
We got aim, we squeeze, now we lost him, damn, we lost him
We fin' Fox five him, like goddamn, bitch, like god
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Writer(s): Leonardo Bostan, Chase Shaun Mitchell
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