Fuck Shit - Waka Flocka Flame, Trouble, Wooh Da Kid

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

Get yo head cracked for that watch, chain and bracelet

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

He makin' songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights

If he try me he can pulse his body

Shootin' cold my ivy, hands like I’m Ali

Gone off a molly once a nigga try me

2 bad bitches call it Rooster in my Rari

My young boys sure they know karate

Fake nigga, not me

In the hood find me, hanging with the real slugs

Trap nigga, come embrace us when you can’t find no rap nigga

I can’t rap nigga but I still get paid off rap nigga

Adrian Bruno with them hands, make you tap nigga

Getting money, even eating with the jets nigga

Alright, fuck these niggas, they don’t really wanna take it there

Pistols in the club, my young niggas they ain’t fightin fair

Fuck shit, fuck shit — yea I be on it nigga

Take yo watch chain and ring, yea I condone it nigga

Squad!

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

Get yo head cracked for that watch, chain and bracelet

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

He makin' songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights

If he try me he can pulse his body

Shootin' cold my ivy, hands like I’m Ali

Fuck shit, Wooh Da on that fuck shit

Full metal jacket, everybody better duck quick

I don’t give a fuck if your partner in the way

Wooh Da throwin bullets, this just how the roundin play

Everybody thuggin, fat mack on TMZ

Step in niggas' face, like he was the damn shis

I be on that fuck shit, we be on that BS (Squad)

Hunned niggas gunnin' if you disrespect BS (Squad)

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

Get yo head cracked for that watch, chain and bracelet

Fuck shit, yeah I’m on that fuck shit

He makin' songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights

If he try me he can pulse his body

Shootin' cold my ivy, hands like I’m Ali

F U C K, S H I T

C R E W, woo that spells Trouble

Woo that’s gotta be Trouble

Always on the fuckery

You fuck niggas never seem hot

Them same bitch holds, I’m screaming ah!

The one that I lean, squeezing that car 15

I made an offer on the shots I got

Run a ho here cuz these bullets are hot

Put your pussies in a shit bag, what?!

Can you dig that

Imagine a bunch of grownups in Huggies, how you gon fix that?

They’re all gonna laugh at you, they’ll laugh at you

Consequence when you cross that line, I been talkin shit on the low

Blow your mind out, no timeout, you gon put yo head to the floor

Flocka

You got a problem?

No problem, I got em

Fuck shit!

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

Get yo head cracked for that watch, chain and bracelet

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

He makin' songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights

If he try me he can pulse his body

Shootin' cold my ivy, hands like I’m Ali