Waka Flocka Flame — Warning

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame] DP on the beat Damn, son, where'd you find this? We bustin' bottles, we be countin', rockin' chains 'Cause we came from shit, nigga [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] I got niggas in the kitchen, I get pounds dirt cheap I'm in New York with the plug, now we eatin' at Felipes I know niggas that got rich, now they ass flat broke When them good girls start strippin', man, they ass turn to freaks My young niggas TTG, you gon' die if it's beef I don't want no fuckin' peace, pour my Henny, roll a leaf I don't wanna see no flex, bitch, I tatted up my sleeves I told Cannon if he kill 'em I'ma send him three bricks Man, we love robbin' robbers and we love extortin' trappers I'm a disrespectful nigga, you might catch me in your house Fuckin' your bitch on the couch, puttin' dick all in her mouth I'm just a nigga from the South so you know them pistols out You niggas tuckin' chains in, I thought y'all was some gangsters Swear I'm just a street nigga, somehow I got famous Rob Waka Flocka, bitch, you talkin' out your anus Leave you brainless, you niggas lame to us Bitches shakin' ass, young niggas twisting fingers [Verse: Comethazine] Bitch, I came in with the chop, me and Wak', and I'm sippin' Wock Your bitch tryna fuck, she a dyke, that bitch gave me top Lamborghini Murciélago, V12 skrrt off the lot Told that lil' dumb slutty bitch, take off your skirt, bitch, keep the top If that boy want smoke, hit where it hurt, I make his body drop Bitch, I'm TTG, I'm trained to go, on go, I never stop This fuckboy a dork, a dweeb, a ho, that boy gon' always flop [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] I got niggas in the kitchen, I get pounds dirt cheap I'm in New York with the plug, now we eatin' at Felipes I know niggas that got rich, now they ass flat broke When them good girls start strippin', man, they ass turn to freaks My young niggas TTG, you gon' die if it's beef I don't want no fuckin' peace, pour my Henny, roll a leaf I don't wanna see no flex, bitch, I tatted up my sleeves I told Cannon if he kill 'em I'ma send him three bricks Man, we love robbin' robbers and we love extortin' trappers I'm a disrespectful nigga, you might catch me in your house Fuckin' your bitch on the couch, puttin' dick all in her mouth I'm just a nigga from the South so you know them pistols out You niggas tuckin' chains in, I thought y'all was some gangsters Swear I'm just a street nigga, somehow I got famous Rob Waka Flocka, bitch, you talkin' out your anus Leave you brainless, you niggas lame to us Bitches shakin' ass, young niggas twisting fingers [Outro] Damn, son, where'd you find this?