Warning - Intellectual

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]

DP on the beat

Damn, son, where'd you find this?

We bustin' bottles, we be countin', rockin' chains

'Cause we came from shit, nigga

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]

I got niggas in the kitchen, I get pounds dirt cheap

I'm in New York with the plug, now we eatin' at Felipes

I know niggas that got rich, now they ass flat broke

When them good girls start strippin', man, they ass turn to freaks

My young niggas TTG, you gon' die if it's beef

I don't want no fuckin' peace, pour my Henny, roll a leaf

I don't wanna see no flex, bitch, I tatted up my sleeves

I told Cannon if he kill 'em I'ma send him three bricks

Man, we love robbin' robbers and we love extortin' trappers

I'm a disrespectful nigga, you might catch me in your house

Fuckin' your bitch on the couch, puttin' dick all in her mouth

I'm just a nigga from the South so you know them pistols out

You niggas tuckin' chains in, I thought y'all was some gangsters

Swear I'm just a street nigga, somehow I got famous

Rob Waka Flocka, bitch, you talkin' out your anus

Leave you brainless, you niggas lame to us

Bitches shakin' ass, young niggas twisting fingers

[Verse: Comethazine]

Bitch, I came in with the chop, me and Wak', and I'm sippin' Wock

Your bitch tryna fuck, she a dyke, that bitch gave me top

Lamborghini Murciélago, V12 skrrt off the lot

Told that lil' dumb slutty bitch, take off your skirt, bitch, keep the top

If that boy want smoke, hit where it hurt, I make his body drop

Bitch, I'm TTG, I'm trained to go, on go, I never stop

This fuckboy a dork, a dweeb, a ho, that boy gon' always flop