[Intro]
Twenty Twelve to after life
Higher then a motherfucker
Partying With Jesus Christ
Hold on trap
Hold on trap
Try TM shit one more time
Please my n***a
Squad
Fuck wrong with dis n***a man?
N***a over seas
N***a over there throwing show
N***a ain't givin' money
You n***a talking crazy
Fuck wrong with these n***as

[Hook]
Lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
N***a we lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
Squad
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
BLLLLAAAAPPPP Hopped out start firing shots
Flag 'round that choppa' n***a
Headshots on Flocka n***a
BLLLLLAAAAPPPP Hopped out start firing shots
Flag 'round that choppa' n***a
Headshots on Flocka n***a
Once you stomp his ass out
Shawty what that mouth about
My young n***a bring the bitch about
Any n***a that think they hard, I doubt that
They shot your partner, you ain't shoot back
Aye my n***a where your heart at
Coup painted, Flat Black
With an f'in go click clack
That's the sound of us lurkin'
Outside of your trap
Outside of your bitch house
Outside of your momma house
Outside of the club
Chillin' at your concert
Shootin' 'til my fingers hurt
Waka Flame

[Hook]
[Verse]
These rappers disrespect me
I'mma knock 'em out
Pull up at his concert
Joint down on him with that mouth about
N***a, short temper like I'm JJ
Gungang like im hot topic
Got hands like a woo
With so-called beef
With you know who
Hope your boy down to ride n***a'
All my n***as gonna ride n***a
Can't wait 'till the day we collide n***a
Advise n***as not to fuck with me
Better off fucking with me
My fingers they sticky
Don't leave no money around me
Welcome to, Clayton County
Say you will toral
Say I'll fight it to the demon
I fought the n***as swag
It didn't cover my semen
Lurkin and schemin'
My n***a be plottin'
Chillin, waiting for the drop
They gonna notice the shit real
When I lick off the shot
Man a body drop, scream my flesh hot
Hundred roun clip with an A.R. 15
Bet it wake up your whole block
SQUAD!!!
Waka Flocka motherfucker
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Plies]
Guess what I did today
Pussy I just bought another stick
Guess I need to start working out
Cuz this bitch here, got a lot of kick
Do what I need y'all n***a to do
Ask me 'bout another bitch
Ask me 'bout a body
Some illegal shit, I plead the Fifth
250 rounds pussy thats the Al Qaeda shit
Ridin 'round in a rental car
Windows on it, I tint that shit
Stop hiding, duckin' and dodgin' n***a
Let's go get it over with
Headshots and closed caskets
I give my young n***as bonuses
Motherfuck the E.R
I'm tryin' to hit you permanent
Y'all n***as wanna talk it out
But me and my n***as want to burn the bitch
We lurkin'
Everybody got sticks on them
Lurkin'
We lurkin n***a all times of da morning

[Hook]