| Shawty just right, call her Light Brite |
| She’s super thick and that hoe could suck a dick |
| And I’m hoodrich, so you know she’s straight |
| I get so much guap, I get so much cake |
| Fuck the cops and fuck the judge |
| Waka Flocka Flame, he a fucking thug |
| Volume two, yeah, bad |
| This a Southside track, paid five stacks flat |
| Shop a lot, smoke a lot |
| Trap a little 'cause I’m rapping now |
| I get, nigga, how that sound? |
| My first mixtape, I won 50-play |
| Down south gutter music, this the fucking movement |
| Red and blue boys, black and gold boys |
| Throw your set up, nigga, bang for life |
| Keeps this shit a hundred, So Icey fucking run it |
| I’m in no man’s land, wish I can for you |
| What’s up, OGs? Big Bentley B’s |
| What’s up with Mazaradi Fox |
| Every day, this shit, I’ll burn a cop |
| Flocka |