[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
Chopper in the back seat, my young n***a gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
Chopper in the back seat, my young n***a gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some

[Verse 1: Bo Deal]
I got young n***as getting off, 40 cals spitting off
BSM, this the law, n***as flex, getting chopped
We German shepherds, got big dogs, big weapons
If you ain't ready for action, then pussy n***a, keep stepping
I'm a boss, you a bitch n***a, beefing not a smart move
'Cause I'll come to your house and kick the door in like them narcs do
You n***as shark food, pack it up and fall back
'Cause I come out the bush and fade his ass like a sideback

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
Chopper in the back seat, my young n***a gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
Chopper in the back seat, my young n***a gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
He threw his set up in the air, I put my pistol in the air
Let him know I'm strapped in here, he can lose his life in here (Bow)
He can die tonight in here, hit him with a fucking beer
My young n***as got no fear, I got the check over here
Put that kush off in the air, I don't really give a fuck
How you really wear your chain tucked? Man I wish a n***a buck
I got four sips in my cup, three bad bitches in my dip
Red tips off in my clip, all myself and shit, squad

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
Chopper in the back seat, my young n***a gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
Chopper in the back seat, my young n***a gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
I got pistol in my pocket, pull it out and pop it
My young n***as wilding in Chiraq catching bodies
GBE, we mobbing, Chief Sosa co-starring
My n***as tote pistols, it's a issue, please don't start 'em
Them pistols get to popping, bodies get to dropping
Smoking Weezy, feeling Gucci, on that We Be Steady Mobbin'
Like Flocka, oh, let's do it, click-clack, who you with?
A lot of hundred shots and a bunch of n***as can shoot 'em
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
Chopper in the back seat, my young n***a gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
Chopper in the back seat, my young n***a gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some