Waka Flocka Flame — I C U

[Chorus:] I C U niggas faking, you ain’t really got it I C U niggas faking, you don’t really want it I C U niggas faking, that shit ain’t a hundred I C U niggas faking, I C U niggas faking I C U niggas faking, I C U niggas I C U niggas faking, I C U niggas faking I C U niggas faking, I C U niggas I C U niggas, I C U nigga [Verse 1:] Salute me or just shoot me, you know how am rocking Sell, go rob, nigga I ain’t have an option Everybody acting killer, ain’t nobody is dropping You can tell a real shooter, when they pistol popping Your girl a easy fuck, I ain’t take her shopping She say you don’t fuck her right, I got that pussy running What’s a AP and am rolling, for that shit ain’t nothing I’m in Europe, I’m in Asia, Fucking Bali I follow Reggae like a head of money calling Say he want to F a brick in a back of dolphin Say your trap house booming, dem am gooms lurkey For the bread, I C U and two surgeons [Chorus] [Verse 2:] He said he ain’t fucking with that white boy, Matt Ryan He go get rich, or go get fat trying You don’t live that lifestyle, boy you just ripening OG just got eighteen years and he’s still triping Bunch of acting ass niggas, you deserve a Oscar Pull up on your F-er skirt, bow wacka flocka They don’t know how it really feel to bust a choppa Or go to war and come back home without your partner Blood, what the fuck you do? Range on the south side Get these like a fucking zoo Play my young, niggas,not the fight, just a fucking show I ain’t got to lift a finger, send my new recruit [Chorus]