[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Shit, I'm trying to tell my young n***a man
Them n***as you growing up with now G'd up, man, when you grow up, they gon' be some pussies
9 times out of 10
Squad

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
I'm just chilling in the Dale
Smoking out a bale, trying to catch the next sale with my digital pocket scale (Work!)
Cell phone doing numbers, I got great clientele
Yes, a n***a strapped, it ain't hard to fucking tell
I'm from Riverdale, one swang, all swang
Cartel in the kitchen, watch him do the chicken wang
My clothes smell like dope cause my dog cooking 'caine
N***a, where I'm from everybody gangbang

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Thugged out since a jit
Snot nosed n***a in a jet, fucking with the baddest bitch
N***as know about me (What's happening?!)
Waka Flocka pull up hanging out the window, screaming "Bow! Bow! Bow"
N***as better duck. Bow! Bow! Bow!
Cars fucking flipping
Caught the n***a slipping at the corner store eating a box of chicken
[?] my religion
Barrel in his mouth make the hollows tongue kiss him (Mwah!)
Better him than me
I'ma tell you like a n***a told me cash rule everything around me
Welcome to Riverdale, Clayton County