Bloodin' Crippin'

THAT NIGGA, LEX LUGER! [Hook] (2x) Is you blooding, is you cripping? Is you thugging or you bitching? (Is you bitching!?) I need to know, nigga, cause I ain't got time for slouches In the house of ounces, in the house of sacks Everybody trained to go, bitch you like [?] [Verse] The way I fuck these hoes... (Flocka!) It should be illegal Riding in a regal on some skinny ass tires T-Town Cutlass sitting on Crips Navy blue painted for my Metsville Crips Yellow bird, red bird, green bird, blinding Bright ass diamonds, traffic lights shining 12 months grinding, hip-hop rhyming Crack, dope selling, and these fuck niggas telling 2, 3 punches, now his right eye swelling Whole crowd yelling, purp, I'm selling Looking in the mirror and I see a real young nigga Waka Flocka Flame, y'all can call me little Gucci, nigga [Hook] (2x) Is you blooding, is you cripping? Is you thugging or you bitching? (Is you bitching!?) I need to know, nigga, cause I ain't got time for slouches In the house of ounces, in the house of sacks Everybody trained to go, bitch you like [?]