[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame & ?]
Riding with a shooter, that's 2 extra bands
When we drop the work, we pray for extra grams
My youngings turn to demans when they off the Xans
I’m from the south side, bitch this is gangland
Whipped out this big choppa and them niggas ran
Couldn't find him, so we wacked his mans
Hit his block one time, then we hit it again
Couldn't find him, the streets [?] in the pen
[Verse 1 ?]
[?] hit his whip, he won’t make it
I wear my chain everywhere, you won't take it
You round some real gangstas, nigga you can't fake it
Having a [?] when I got the chopper shaking
Come get your mans murked, nigga for some shit you did
The niggas that I'm with sick, they'll fuck around and hit your kid
We kill rats, we kill snakes, and we kill a pig
Catch you out with your bitch, take off her wig
Pull up in the caravan, tear up that Benz
I'm hoppin out on a nigga, I ain't hitting up no crib
6 shot, headshot, I ain't hitting no ribs
Still [?] flippin, [?] film them scripts
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame & ?]
Riding with a shooter, that’s 2 extra bands
When we drop the work, we pray for extra grams
My youngings turn to demans when they off the Xans
I’m from the south side, bitch this is gangland
Whipped out this big choppa and them niggas ran
Couldn't find him, so we wacked his mans
Hit his block one time, then we hit it again
Couldn’t find him, the streets [?] in the pen
Riding with a shooter, that's 2 extra bands
When we drop the work, we pray for extra grams
My youngings turn to demans when they off the Xans
I’m from the south side, bitch this is gangland
Whipped out this big choppa and them niggas ran
Couldn't find him, so we wacked his mans
Hit his block one time, then we hit it again
Couldn't find him, the streets [?] in the pen
[Verse 1 ?]
[?] hit his whip, he won’t make it
I wear my chain everywhere, you won't take it
You round some real gangstas, nigga you can't fake it
Having a [?] when I got the chopper shaking
Come get your mans murked, nigga for some shit you did
The niggas that I'm with sick, they'll fuck around and hit your kid
We kill rats, we kill snakes, and we kill a pig
Catch you out with your bitch, take off her wig
Pull up in the caravan, tear up that Benz
I'm hoppin out on a nigga, I ain't hitting up no crib
6 shot, headshot, I ain't hitting no ribs
Still [?] flippin, [?] film them scripts
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame & ?]
Riding with a shooter, that’s 2 extra bands
When we drop the work, we pray for extra grams
My youngings turn to demans when they off the Xans
I’m from the south side, bitch this is gangland
Whipped out this big choppa and them niggas ran
Couldn't find him, so we wacked his mans
Hit his block one time, then we hit it again
Couldn’t find him, the streets [?] in the pen
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