Oh, oh yeah, oh yeah, juke...
Oh oh-oh-oh, boy
Oh-oh, boy
No, I ain't gon' crossover, I'ma go straight down the hole
Yeah n***a, I told y'all folks I could do it, n***a
We won by one point, n***a
Had to shoot the three at the end of the fucking game, n***a
LeBron Flocka James
Ain't shit changed, I'm still that same n***a back in Riverdale, broke
Yeah, man
Y'all folks look at all this shit, man
I got YouTube TV, man
Waka Flocka Flame TV, n***a
Starring me and, goddamn, my motherfucking dog, n***a
My partner, n***a, Cordaryll, n***a
We do this shit our own way, man
Shout out to David Blayne and Lex Luger and Tay
And my boy Southside on the Track
N***a, we going donkey, n***a
What it do, big Goop Troop?
What's up, Auntie?
"Aun-tee", "Aun-tay", what it do, dog?
These n***as bullshitting, man
We sacked up, racked up, got the stacks, n***a
And I'm still chilling, rolling off party packs
Flocka