I Got Em

[Hook: Waka Flocka] Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel [Hook: Trae Da Truth] If it's drama I got it I got it I got it I he want it I got it I got it I got it Tell that nigga I got it I got it I got it If he tripping I got it I got it I got it [Verse 1: Waka Flocka] I hop out, shot fire, Clayco been down Hundred rounds, stand down This the G south, we don't play around I come around they don't say shit Moment sounds when that K spit This Rolls Royce got a pink slip He 15 on that G shit He 16 on that G shit 17 on that murk shit My young nigga gonna flip shit This 4-5 is my sidekick Clayco's my capital Big rims, gold teeth That country boy attitude Don't make Saddam Hus' after you Caught 'em caught 'em caught 'em slipping at the red light Run that chain, run that ice before you lose your life Car jackings, home invasions, it's a mess Loyalty over royalty, in the Squad I trust [Hook] [Verse 2: Trae Da Truth] I pull up holding this choppa, bitch If you at your place, you better get back in it Cause the way I'm feeling I might drop your bitch If you wanna be pussy, I'm finna jump up in it In the Black Phantom, yelling fuck 'em If a nigga run up on me bet i ain't going duck 'em Better have a bunch of niggas with a hell of a jaw If I don't beat 'em the fuck up then bitch I'm busting Gotta FM loaded up inside this jacket 50 round, twin clips, only way i pack it If I let them hoes fly you better be acting Get dough motherfucker, I ain't shooting for practice I got drug money right up under the mattress If their heads wanted beef I'm a sell out my package I'm the king of the streets, in the hood I'm a saint I'm a send another nigga, fuck a letter them If you looking for the one, I'm that nigga You 'bout that life, how the fuck you figured Yea bitch who strapped up? My shit bigger This message directed let no Twitter I've never seen shots like a bitch who domin' All black on a motherfucker when im rollin' Shout out to them Navy Seals with the shit I'm moanin' On to workout, yea bitch I'm tonin' [Hook] [Verse 3: Waka Flocka] I said I swear to God I can't wait Till the day this nigga slip Headshot 'em off the rip make 'em feel the whole clip Walking with a slight limp cause them hammers on deck They gon' kill you for no check they gon' do it for respect Throwing up the wrong set, better get your ass wet Headshotting off the motherfucking reel I got boys, Vice Lords, GD's, and Crips My Belly and my Ghost came with a pink slip What you know bout that, Flocka, Waka Flocka I'm your bet If you raw, gang bang, play ball For sold crack, my back ain't gotta be against the wall Just to shoot back this hunn'ed clip You can feel all of that [Hook]