Lyrics:

Twenty Twelve to after life
Higher then a motherfucker
Partying With Jesus Christ
Hold on trap
Hold on trap
Try TM shit one more time
Please my nigga
Squad
Fuck wrong with dis nigga man?
Nigga over seas
Nigga over there throwing show
Nigga ain't givin' money
You nigga talking crazy
Fuck wrong with these niggas

Lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
Nigga we lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
Squad

BLLLLAAAAPPPP Hopped out start firing shots
Flag 'round that choppa' nigga
Headshots on Flocka nigga
BLLLLLAAAAPPPP Hopped out start firing shots
Flag 'round that choppa' nigga
Headshots on Flocka nigga
Once you stomp his ass out
Shawty what that mouth about
My young nigga bring the bitch about
Any nigga that think they hard, I doubt that
They shot your partner, you ain't shoot back
Aye my nigga where your heart at
Coup painted, Flat Black
With an f'in go click clack
That's the sound of us lurkin'
Outside of your trap
Outside of your bitch house
Outside of your momma house
Outside of the club
Chillin' at your concert
Shootin' till my fingers hurt
Waka Flame

These rappers disrespect me
I'mma knock 'em out
Pull up at his concert
Joint down on him with that mouth about
Nigga, short temper like I'm JJ
Gungang like I'm hot topic
Got hands like a woo
With so-called beef
With you know who
Hope your boy down to ride nigga'
All my niggas gonna ride nigga
Can't wait till the day we collide nigga
Advise niggas not to fuck with me
Better off fucking with me
My fingers they sticky
Don't leave no money around me
Welcome to, Clayton County
Say you will toral
Say I'll fight it to the demon
I fought the niggas swag
It didn't cover my semen
Lurkin and schemin'
My nigga be plottin'
Chillin', waiting for the drop
They gonna notice the shit real
When I lick off the shot
Man a body drop, scream my flesh hot
Hundred roun clip with an A.R. 15
Bet it wake up your whole block
Squad!
Waka Flocka motherfucker

Guess what I did today
Pussy I just bought another stick
Guess I need to start working out
'Cause this bitch here, got a lot of kick
This what I need y'all nigga to do
Ask me 'bout another bitch
Ask me 'bout a body
Some illegal shit, I plead the Fifth
250 rounds pussy that's the Al- Qaeda shit
Ridin' 'round in a rental car
Windows on it, I tint that shit
Stop hiding, duckin' and dodgin' nigga
Let's go get it over with
Headshots and closed caskets
I give my young niggas bonuses
Motherfucker the E.R
I'm tryin' to hit you permanent
Y'all niggas wanna talk it out
But me and my niggas want to burn the bitch
We lurkin'
Everybody got sticks on them
Lurkin'
We lurkin' nigga all the time we on 'em