I go hard in da momma-freakin’ paint fella
Leave you stankin fella
What da heck you thinkin fella
I won’t die fo this stuff or what da heck I say
Front yard broad day with da essay
See gucci that’s my mamma-freakin’ fella
I hang in da dale with them hit squad buddies
Waka flocka flame one hood-like fella
Riding real slow in the corners in my fella

Uh huh

Got a main female friend, got another female friend (what else)
A couple girl friends I’m so hood nice
Keep my spirit hard n keep me smokin-free
You get bills free honey no joking
Aye what I stand fo
Flockaa
Slick squad
I’m a cry fo dis honey I man I swear to god
In da trap with some buddies and some hood fellas
Where you at wear your hat you ain’t hood fellas

Keep this stuff 300, put that stuff on my hood
Chicks hanging wit me, G’s and the Nice Lords (Brrrrrrrret)
Bros  and companions freestyle off da head
Slick Sqaud Waka Flocka Flame its freakin on!

I go hard in da momma-freakin’ paint fella
Leave you stankin fella
What da heck you thinkin fella
I won’t die fo this stuff or what da heck I say
Front yard broad day with da essay
See gucci that’s my mamma-freakin’ fella
I hang in da dale with them hit squad buddies
Waka flocka flame one hood-like fella
Riding real slow in the corners in my fella

Wassup silly fella, Wassup loud fella (Whassup)
I got on dat fella, make yo mommas momma pick you up
Hope you got yo buddies witcha, hope you got yo fellas witcha
Hope your companions ridin witcha, they gon freakin’ miss you
Fella with an aptitude like bees and Warren Buffett
When my lil brotha cried I said darn school
I picked the furnace up and i got some marraige on ya
2 years later politely saying “I’m here your honor”
Spock 9 to Stargate if you want to beef
Honey point blank range i tell yo butt to leave
Honey talk is cheap, so thnik about what ya say
Broad day in the air, because this stuff legal

I go hard in da momma-freakin’ paint fella
Leave you stankin fella
What da heck you thinkin fella
I won’t die fo this stuff or what da heck I say
Front yard broad day with da essay
See gucci that’s my mamma-freakin’ fella
I hang in da dale with them hit squad buddies
Waka flocka flame one hood-like fella
Riding real slow in the corners in my fella

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