Waka Flocka Flame — Uh Huh

[Verse 1] They call me Shawty Dread, better yet, Flocka A handgun can't do it, better use a chopper This nigga had a 30 clip and used one bullet Next time you pull it, aim for the head Police need a statement, I can't talk to homie Fuck a best friend, do it by my lonely But they can't go phony, CB4 nigga Acting like Gusto, you super pussy, nigga Vet here, no rookie nigga Hood legend like Tookie, nigga Right wrist white, blue weed, nigga But I ain't Cripping, though Shoot your ass from head to toe when I see you, nigga I heard they said this-that, I heard so many rumors I heard so much bullshit, you got a dick or a clit? Better yet, your clique on bitch Pussy nigga They call me Flocka, i ain't got no lyrics, nigga Straight blunt, nigga, I don't want no lyrics, nigga Riding in my box Chevy Ayy, that's my hood car, graduated from a hood star These niggas get me mad I don't mean to brag 30 bands, I got swag My show fifteen bands Quarter every month, motherfucker, let's stunt Two chains, two rings One Breit, one bracelet, nigga, you got Gucc to blame [Chorus] I throw money out my window just to front (uh huh) Loud purp in the Swisher, that's the blunt (uh huh) I heard I'm ugly, but you can't call me broke (uh huh) Waka Flocka Flame, little shawty dope (uh huh) Tay on the beat, that's them stacks (uh huh) Hit the strip club just to watch that ass clap (uh huh) Niggas buck, we gon' blitz him ASAP (uh huh) This rap shit booming like this shit a trap (uh huh) [Verse 2] Okay, what the fuck to say? I got juice, nigga, I'm the truth, nigga You could play Bishop, nigga, I'ma play Q Elm Street shawty, I'ma die Piru G shit here, nigga You a square nigga, you can never fit up in my circle Geeked up like I'm Urkel, off a triple stack Niggas talk off white, they ain't never trapped You can call it sneak dissing This nigga answer back, he gon' end up missing On my tour bus, smoking weed and fucking hoes Waka Flocka Flame booked up, meet me at my shows But nigga, it's a go, nigga, I'm on everything Damn near on Hall of Fame, don't mix me for no lame Bitch nigga, stay out my lane, you rap niggas fucked the fame You disrespect me, I'ma put you in a picture frame Fuck nigga, put you on a milk carton We shooting pencils over here, no martial arting Maserati, Martin, Bimmer, or a Benz Passenger nobody, motherfuck a friend Put no trust in them I did that shit one time, almost lost my life Crack rock, but roll them dice I got three jobs: stunt, stunt, stunt, stunt [Chorus] I throw money out my window just to front (uh huh) Loud purp in the Swisher, that's the blunt (uh huh) I heard I'm ugly, but you can't call me broke (uh huh) Waka Flocka Flame, little shawty dope (uh huh) Tay on the beat, that's them stacks (uh huh) Hit the strip club just to watch that ass clap (uh huh) Niggas buck, we gon' blitz him ASAP (uh huh) This rap shit booming like this shit a trap (uh huh)