How you love me? I'm up in the
booth (booth)
Said I'm lying, like,
show me the proof (the proof)
Get in my bag,
put a sixth in a deuce (deuce)
She like, "Who Wockesha?" Bitch,
that's juice (that's juice)
And you can't walk a mile in my
shoes (my shoes)
You ain't throw as much shots as I threw
(you ain't throwin')
You don't tote on the Glock like I do
And you definitely don't bend that
block like I do (like, like)
Lately, I've been feelin' alone
(alone)
But I'm clutchin' my
chrome (my chrome)
Pray to my mama I'm gon' make
it home (home)
Twenty missed calls,
I ain't answer my phone (my phone)
Then I heard JB ain't make it
home (home)
They say, "Flocka, keep up and
be strong" (strong)
Nah, why? 'Cause that shit
was wrong (wrong)
And I told him to keep that bitch on 'em
I got my front, but is you behind
me? ('Hind me)
Get goofy like Martin and Gina (okay)
Or get greedy like Keisha and
Tommy (like)
Then get deady like Whitney and Bobby
I brought my pole if she think she
gon' line me (line me)
With the .30, I move extra cocky
If I ain't dead or in jail,
they can't stop me (stop me)
Gotti and Notti and Scottie,
my top three (like)
Need a smooth G to spin,
call up Gotti (Gotti)
Sosa with knock's in ya
lobby (lobby)
Know a 'ooter who aim for skullatis
He be buggin',
his name is Lil Notti (Lil Notti)
If I tell him to get 'em, I know
that he got me (I know it)
So I got him, he stay right
beside me (beside me)
I be thinkin' like, she movin'
wocky (wocky)
She keep tellin' me,
"Flocka, you got me" (she got me)
Is you gon' climb for me if it
get rocky? (Rocky)
A parole shinin' through like
it's hockey
Can't box right now,
bullets punchin' like Ali (Ali)
Gotta keep it, I know they gon'
watch me (watch me)
And I know that the feds tryna lock
me (they lock me)
Ridin' with it,
I hope they don't stop me (don't stop me)
If they do, then it's gon' be a
high-speed (skrrt, skrrt)
I pray God take the wheel,
hope he got me (got me, like)
I was sloppy
.40 Glocks used to pop where
the opps be
Used to drop hollows, now I drop heat
If you speakin' on the
'Raq, I'm top three
I ain't talkin'
videos, they watch me
He can't come to his hood,
that's not me
I'm a one of one,
lotta niggas took L's on a one-on-one
Pull Pull Pull up,
hunnid shooters and a hunnidguns
Big bro told me,
"Swerv', get your shit straight"
Really made it off rap, used to risk-take
I I made two-three mill'
off my mixtapes
All this ice,
you would think a nigga wrist ache
I've been eatin' too good,
havin' big steaks
Everybody used to hate, got the shit face
I'm like,
"Long live Nip', this a marathon"
But if it really was a race,
you in sixth place
Pussy, Swervo gon' kill
if you push me, uh
Gotta take drops, so I been sippin' Basa
I used to smoke Lotto and Zookie
And I got security wit' me,
but lil' bro'll still pull up with a fully (brr)
And I'm still humble beast 'cause
I'm from the streets
But I'm quick to pull up on my bully
G Herbo And Kay Flock 
