[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
They say he look good in that casket want it you can have it
What the fuck you got a gun for if you won't blast it
Yo Gotti nigga mister mister AR-15
Mister mister turn your good day into a bad dream
Ridgecrest representer Smith & Wesson toter
Im a dope boy Im a whole brick quoter
Mister eighteen-five mister mix it with the soda
Mister shoot that motherfuckin chopper through your rover
Im just laid back chillin like Im on purple
Fuck around make a rap nigga commit murder
Want my watch and my chain Just know that thats suicide
You want it Go and try it just know that thats suicide
Cause I'mma blow yo ass off blow yo ass off
Right there where you stand hop in the cutlass and blast off
I'mma let the units speak fuck all that loud talk
Give his ass the cold feet see how that help him walk
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I'mma blow ya ass off (I am)
Blow ya ass off (I am)
Blow ya ass off (I am)
Pussy nigga what
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
These niggas think im slippin what the fuck wrong with em
Holes straight in them bullets wear em like a denim
My throats poison like venom waka flocka flame get em
Im on my makaveli shit see death around the corner
One slip then Im a goner I know these niggas after me
Why they keep attackin me they fucking cars start backing me
So hate on me and knock me down yall too late yall can't stop me now
I can only stop myself and in the inside yall really need the help
Bitch Im too real for these motherfuckin cameras
Poppin off wax yall dont really want the hammer
You know how flocka be (how?) shawty fuck rap
I'd rather risk my life hangin in the trap
Bricksquad monopoly you can meet the body bag
Leave that boy still purple with a toe tag
Point blank range shawty closed casket
Waka flocka flame im above the average
They say he look good in that casket want it you can have it
What the fuck you got a gun for if you won't blast it
Yo Gotti nigga mister mister AR-15
Mister mister turn your good day into a bad dream
Ridgecrest representer Smith & Wesson toter
Im a dope boy Im a whole brick quoter
Mister eighteen-five mister mix it with the soda
Mister shoot that motherfuckin chopper through your rover
Im just laid back chillin like Im on purple
Fuck around make a rap nigga commit murder
Want my watch and my chain Just know that thats suicide
You want it Go and try it just know that thats suicide
Cause I'mma blow yo ass off blow yo ass off
Right there where you stand hop in the cutlass and blast off
I'mma let the units speak fuck all that loud talk
Give his ass the cold feet see how that help him walk
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I'mma blow ya ass off (I am)
Blow ya ass off (I am)
Blow ya ass off (I am)
Pussy nigga what
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
These niggas think im slippin what the fuck wrong with em
Holes straight in them bullets wear em like a denim
My throats poison like venom waka flocka flame get em
Im on my makaveli shit see death around the corner
One slip then Im a goner I know these niggas after me
Why they keep attackin me they fucking cars start backing me
So hate on me and knock me down yall too late yall can't stop me now
I can only stop myself and in the inside yall really need the help
Bitch Im too real for these motherfuckin cameras
Poppin off wax yall dont really want the hammer
You know how flocka be (how?) shawty fuck rap
I'd rather risk my life hangin in the trap
Bricksquad monopoly you can meet the body bag
Leave that boy still purple with a toe tag
Point blank range shawty closed casket
Waka flocka flame im above the average
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