[Verse 1]
It's a thin line between love and hate
That's some shit that my mother say
I counted 30 up the other day
Dumping 30 off the other day
If the party next door still bringing my Drac'
No matter what he ain't getting away
5.56 hit his ass in the face
Big ass stick so I know that I'm safe
Kick in the door put the stick in his face
Then beat him with it 'till he open the safe
I've been the same way ever since 5th grade
Corrupted and slithering stuck in my ways
You ain't talkin money get the fuck out my face
I'm stuck in the trap for a couplŠµ of days
I'll slap the fuck out a couple of j's
Walk to a lick but couldn't walk 'cross the stagŠµ
30 on me I'ma let this bitch off
He get caught he gon' say what he heard what he saw
Hope we make bond cause we knocking em' all
Right at his mama doorstep we dropping em' off
Got the glick in my jeans when I shop at the mall
Before you talk to me you gotta talk to my dawg
Addicted to Percs had to leave em' alone
Bro caught a bid, I won't speak on the phone
Bitch always tell me I'm evil and wrong
But at the same time she can't leave me alone
When you talk to me better even your tone
I don't know what typa shit these niggas on
If it's a problem I'm gettin' my gun
Nowadays these niggas reachin' for phones
I don't know what typa shit these niggas doin'
But most of you niggas look stupid and goofy
I put a 5.56 in a Uzi
Don't bag out the pistol if you ain't gon' use it
I've never been a nigga to lie in my music
I break down the work bag it up and get to it
Been 32 hours watch how I run through it
I ain't takin' consignment, don't care if I can move it
Everyday I fell like it's a point to be proven
Fuck a piece back to back [?] that I grew it
5.56 [?]
He [?] pussy off rip I knew it
Hard in the paint my wrist got movin'
I'm the real Waka Flocka, bitch, oh let's do it
Hopscotch out my Audi I'm cooling
Stick in the whip that bitch came with a cooler
I want an Audemars, not a Franck Muller
When you in the street gotta know what you doin'
Watch what you say cause they watch how you movin'
If you don't wanna do it then you ain't gotta do it
Half of you niggas easily influenced
The work so good, unc' think I put my shoe in
Reach for my chain lil nigga don't do that
I'm strapped on stage but you must not knew that
Shoot up the club we ready to do that
And I don't even want to get none of the juice back
You gon' die like wherever you at
[Outro]
You know we got all types a shit you heard
We got 5.56s
We got .223s
We got 442s
We got 7.62s
You know what I'm sayin' we got all kinda shit
But you know I say all that to say this
The numbers, they always gon' tell you a different story you heard
Yeah