Ric Flair Woo YTB Fatt

[Intro]
You're talking to the Rolex wearing
Diamond ring wearing
Kiss stealing, woo
Wheeling dealing
Limousine riding
Jet Flying, son of a gun
And I’m having a hard time holding these alligators down, woo
(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)
Frr, frr (Ooh, ooh)
Ooh
Ooh, ooh

[Verse 1]
I just saved gangsta hip hop, nigga, everybody back on one accord
Ooh, ooh
Just spent a thousand on some flip flops, nigga, imagine what I spend on them swords (Ooh)
They just broguht that gangsta out me, I been tryna chill
But these bitch ass niggas playin' on the internet, what it ain't or is
Who the fuck puttin' the police in it?
Who the fuck puttin' they mama in it? (Nigga)
So when a bitch ass nigga drop, make sure you tell the police what it ain't is
I'm tired of hearin' rumors, nigga (Ooh)
Tired of hearin' pussy sayin' what they gon' do when I hit the crib
Fuckin' right I'm slidin' bulleproof, fuckin' right I'm stayin' in touch with my troops
'Cause they ain't just no yes man, they gon' tell me how they feel
Detective say I'm puttin' money on niggas' hats
I wonder who told him that, these niggas the fuckin' police for real (Ouhhhh)
This shit get scary, foxs how you find that out?
'Cause I had a bond with killers before the M's (Ooh)