[Intro: The Game]

Brick Squad, bust'em Entertainment

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]

Word to my haters, I don't forget shit, better stay on point homie don't fucking slip

Get em (x16)

I hear you niggas talking, boy stop talking shit, undercover man you know you on a nigga dick

Get em (x16)

[Verse 1: The Game]

What I'm gon' do when I see that boy, grab a bottle and BUST 'EM!

Turn the fucking music down, then yell "FUCK 'EM!"

Nigga actin' like he don't wanna fall, RUSH 'EM!

Club playing "Lollipop" but we don't fuck wit SUCKAS!

Take the Patron and mix it with Juice

I'm all in my zone I'm feeling real loose

The bigger the Belvy the bigger the Goose

I snatch up a broad and hop in the coupe

In Compton where I'm found at

That's where I stunt and clown at

That's where I where I wear my crown at

Tie my red rag around that

I'm riding in Ferraris

I'm draped up in Bulgari

Used to run around the A with Puff how that nigga used to stunt just scarred me

Now you can just black card me

Down Crenshaw Boulevard me

Think a nigga went soft cause I stopped moving raw

Somebody better get a fucking

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]

Word to my haters, I don't forget shit, better stay on point homie don't fucking slip

Get em (x16)

I hear you niggas talking, boy stop talking shit, undercover man you know you on a nigga dick

Get em (x16)

[Verse 2: The Game]

That's my Patron that's my bitch

See I be on some fly shit

Now I can fit my projects inside my fucking closet

Daffy Duck and uncle Screw

That's what we stuffing in them boots

Put them bitches on the track, sell them hoes to Interscope

Sell them hoes to Def Jam, I'm known for moving work

Ask around, I've been selling birds since Gucci said "BURR"

I'm a cold mutha Flocka

Red Diamonds in my watch huh

That nigga got a hot one

Take a trip to the A and cop one

That Lambo came with shotguns

You prob'ly never shot one

That Bent come with Alicia

You prob'ly never chopped none

Them bullets I done caught some

Them bottles I done popped some

So order that Cîroc son

Can't wait 'til twelve'o'clock come

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]

Word to my haters, I don't forget shit, better stay on point homie don't fucking slip

Get em (x16)

I hear you niggas talking, boy stop talking shit, undercover man you know you on a nigga dick

Get em (x16)

[Verse 3: The Game]

If you ain't tryna leave the club leaking on crutches

Than when you see a real nigga don't say nothing

Bust em (x9)

This for all the niggas in the trap playing round the oven

If you can't get em off let a real nigga touch em

Bust em (x25)

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]

Word to my haters, I don't forget shit, better stay on point homie don't fucking slip

Get em (x16)

I hear you niggas talking, boy stop talking shit, undercover man you know you on a nigga dick

Get em (x16)