Inky

[Hook] They call me inky, inky, write on me, write on me Couple ounces of that purple, got that Sprite on me (X4) [Verse 1: Waka Flocka] Red Polo, red 'Rari, my shirt and car be horsin' Baby, bring three friends so we can have a foursome I fucked 'em to my anthem "Hard in the Paint" Fuck them 'til the bed break, make that right leg shake You know how I do, bring a couple friends through Lemme know if it's cool Girl you a fool how you ride dick Got me sweatin' and shit I'm on that gutta shit Man I need a gutta bitch Triple cuts on the phone I'm on that purple shit I'm out Gotta take another sip [Hook] [Verse 2: Slim Dunkin] Zoo’d Cryst. at Benihana's Stop flexin you be in a Honda Squad in the King of Diamonds will spend about a hundred They got that long bread You got that short cake Only thing i miss is money and my court date Feel sick need a checkup nigga I can’t spend it all cuz my check up nigga Dumpin the ball better check up nigga I don’t need no stress my respect up nigga I’m up early in the morning Get my cab before the cereal Said I gotta eat but I ain’t talking cafeteria Imperial Killa cam in the cup Southside beat with the whammie in tha trunk Bitches in the back Got my man’s in the front Baseball bat’s 3 gram one blunt This ain’t your ordinary pistol Semi with the drums Flocka smoke like he got a chimney in his lungs [Hook] [Verse 3: Wooh Da Kid] 4ozs of that drink Zoo me the sprite Bad bitches all around So we gonna fuck tonight A couple black A couple spanish Got a cup a white An' they all jumpin dick At the speed of light She say she lov me All because my body filled with ink I think king filled em with crazy Need to see a shrink Lot of smoke Got a cup a yopps And a cup of paint Got my mind trippin out And I can’t think I’m inked up Tell em write on me No limit to my ink Call me master p BSM Boys We worth a million You standin at the bottom That’s a fuckin filler