[Hook]
I been workin' n****
Cocaina, she be flirting n****
Back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti
I been workin' n****
Cocaina, she be flirting n****
Back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti
[Verse 1]
p**** a** n**** you ain't never jug
I'm a real Piru, ask Big Suge
I'm a real trapper, ask Victor Hill
For the thrill, I pop a pill, shoot at the ops to catch a kill (Hey)
I'm Waka Flocka, n****
Kill a family member, shawty El Chapo n****
Throw your sets in the air for my blockas n****
Two shots of the [?] that go Flocka n****
I'm on the block my n****
Where the youngins going crazy, shooting cops my n****
Red, blue, white flags like a Haitian killer
I will never back down, I'm from Clayco n****
[Hook]
I been workin' n****
Cocaina, she be flirting n****
Back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti
[Verse 2]
A lot of rappers start trapping it's like recess
Real jet boy I s***** the chain off your neck
Set the game for you n*****, that's a preset
Elm Street, Dirt Gang n**** that's the G set
I'm like Meech, my n****
Bricksquad live off loyalty, f*** you n*****
Waka Flocka name still good in these streets
Five thousand shooters n****, you ain't hard to reach
When it come to killers, got a fleet my n****
Pull a chopper out, holes in your fleece my n****
I know you thinking to yourself I'm a beast, my n****
Hundred shootouts, we ain't never faced defeat, my n****
[Hook]
I been workin' n****
Cocaina, she be twerking n****
Back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti
[Verse 3]
Check his background, he ain't who he say he is
Acting hard to them youngins, come shoot up your s***
Boy I must admit a lot of rap n***** p****
Early in the morning and my dog baking cookies
John Gotti
Wish he try me, cross the line, you a body n****
Go against Waka Flocka, kamikaze
Hands like I'm Ali, south side where you find me
Heard they trying to take me off the streets, my n****
p**** n***** snitching, talking to police my n****
Now the feds tryna kick in my front door
I got lawyer fees, bond money, case closed (Flocka)
[Hook]
I been workin' n****
Cocaina, she be flirting n****
Back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti
I been workin' n****
Cocaina, she be flirting n****
Back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti
I been workin' n****
Cocaina, she be flirting n****
Back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti
[Verse 1]
p**** a** n**** you ain't never jug
I'm a real Piru, ask Big Suge
I'm a real trapper, ask Victor Hill
For the thrill, I pop a pill, shoot at the ops to catch a kill (Hey)
I'm Waka Flocka, n****
Kill a family member, shawty El Chapo n****
Throw your sets in the air for my blockas n****
Two shots of the [?] that go Flocka n****
I'm on the block my n****
Where the youngins going crazy, shooting cops my n****
Red, blue, white flags like a Haitian killer
I will never back down, I'm from Clayco n****
[Hook]
I been workin' n****
Cocaina, she be flirting n****
Back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti
[Verse 2]
A lot of rappers start trapping it's like recess
Real jet boy I s***** the chain off your neck
Set the game for you n*****, that's a preset
Elm Street, Dirt Gang n**** that's the G set
I'm like Meech, my n****
Bricksquad live off loyalty, f*** you n*****
Waka Flocka name still good in these streets
Five thousand shooters n****, you ain't hard to reach
When it come to killers, got a fleet my n****
Pull a chopper out, holes in your fleece my n****
I know you thinking to yourself I'm a beast, my n****
Hundred shootouts, we ain't never faced defeat, my n****
[Hook]
I been workin' n****
Cocaina, she be twerking n****
Back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti
[Verse 3]
Check his background, he ain't who he say he is
Acting hard to them youngins, come shoot up your s***
Boy I must admit a lot of rap n***** p****
Early in the morning and my dog baking cookies
John Gotti
Wish he try me, cross the line, you a body n****
Go against Waka Flocka, kamikaze
Hands like I'm Ali, south side where you find me
Heard they trying to take me off the streets, my n****
p**** n***** snitching, talking to police my n****
Now the feds tryna kick in my front door
I got lawyer fees, bond money, case closed (Flocka)
[Hook]
I been workin' n****
Cocaina, she be flirting n****
Back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti