Off With His Head Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Bloody Jay & Wooh da Kid)

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
If I front his ass a pack, and he run off with the work
I’ma send the young'uns at him, he gon' get his ass murked
Off with his head, off with his head
Heard he talking shit about me, when I see him we gon' bust
We don’t do no fuckin' talking, in the squad, I trust
Off with his head, off with his head

[Verse: Waka Flocka Flame]
Shoot in the club like I’m Sean, beat a nigga ass in the alley
Nigga won’t LA me, how the fuck a robber gon' sue me?
What the fuck this world coming to?
One deep, strapped with my boo
No hesitation, she gon' shoot
Red bottom, her shoes
[?] on her back, zip 'em up, that’s a black bag
Shoot first, put it on my flag
Elm Street, shawty, Piru
[?]
For them 3, I’m gon' shoot
3 deep plus Jay, Wooh
With them chopsticks, we a fool

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]

[Verse: Bloody Jay]
[?] on your head (We will) Ooh. [?] Talk to 'em
Off with his head, whole lot of blood
Get shed, blood, ice and it's red
Pressure, blood pipes, some niggas get scared
All I'm fearing is the Feds
Matter fact, fuck the Feds
Round Rico, [?] the nino
Matter fact you are uno
Before you get a dose
Molly, lean, the antidote
Quick to let that hammer go, where the ammo go
In about to get a lit up in a ho
3 more, free row
Been taken, 3 word, super soaked, red shirt
Waka with me, red shirts, big B like the red socks
I will leave that one shot, bang, headshot