Bitch whats the problem
F*ck you talking bout my nigga I got em
I got em

Bitch whats the problem
F*ck you talking bout my nigga I got em
Need I remind em they mustve forgotten
F*ck this bitch up from the top to the bottom
Kill em all til they decaying they rotting
Whip shit I cant pronounce just know its foreign
Spaceship outside and the fiber is carbon
Im making em sick again bitch get here vomit
F*ck
Bitch whats the problem
F*ck you talking bout my nigga I got em
Me taking Ls while talking so uncommon
Shit hide their shit before my niggas rob em
You better off dead or probably playing possum
And stay on the ground cause theres no better option
Then f*ck up this bitch with another concoction
Clear up the block with a blare from a shotgun
Bitch whats the problem
F*ck you talking bout my nigga I got em
Clown niggas from miles away we still spot em
Man f*ck around and end up on a milk carton
Nigga wondering who shot him
Grave located dont post your nigga garden
Pop niggas up now watch my way I rock em
I chop a brick up now watch how they gon cop em
I mop the clique up on top of how I flop them
Get got in your gut no matter how I drop em
Plot against us now watch how we just stop em
What we posed to do? Nigga from the bottom
Plant the money tree and get the money when it blossom
How the f*ck is they gon stop him
Clout thirsty niggas on the gram we block em
Pull up and watch the way the bitches flockin

Flocka! Waka Flocka!
Most you niggas really caca (and)
Get the passing meet Mavaca (and)
Bitch you know I keep the choppa (and)
Every single time I pop em (and)
Pop em make the ratchet pop-pop
Pop-pop-pop-pop

I make that ratchet pop-pop

Think you niggas can f*ck with my clique I say Oh no no
How could be better nigga could be never heard of no
F*ck the building up promoters screaming out Oh no no
Until they shut us down they got every hood fiending like Oh no no

Bitch whats the problem
F*ck you talking bout my nigga I got em (watch how I)
How I wack em and I sock em
Outer space with it how I Mr. Spock em
And cop me a planet f*ck it up like Saturn
Batmobile whipping pulling up to Gotham
Chamomile sipping counting blood with Pac-Man
Gotta chill bitches know I beg your pardon
Bitch whats the problem
Howd you f*ck it up my nigga I got em
Yall niggas know that what we do is awesome
You better off leaving purchase you a coffin
You gon thank me in the morning
You know that I keep shooting the gun barrel scorching
Lay you to rest and spin the Wheel of Fortune
Do shit that keep all of you niggas talking
Bitch whats the problem
F*ck you talking bout my nigga I got em
F*ck shit up here and all the way to Scotland
And broke him up when theres no reason to pop him
And talk my shit clear Ill let the speaker knock him
Motherf*cker got him flockin
I talk to the streets to be my final calling
Walk and go sleep that be your final warning

Fl-Fl-Fl-Fl-Flocka! Wacka Flocka!
Most you niggas really caca (and)
Get the passing meet Mavaca (and)
Bitch you know I keep the choppa (and)
Every single time I pop em (and)
Pop em make the ratchet pop-pop
Pop-pop-pop-pop
I make that ratchet pop-pop

Think you niggas can f*ck with my clique I say Oh no no
How could be better nigga could be never heard of no
F*ck the building up promoters screaming out Oh no no
Until they shut us down they got every hood fiending like Oh no no