Obituary

[Intro] DJ Scream, Waka Flocka Hood Rich Clayco, we in this motherfucker, man I’m back, now I’ve been all around the motherfucking world man 42 cities, 11 countries Nigga, I’m still touring man Off 3 years ago music and I’m still making millions off my old shit [Hook] I’ll bust your head, it ain’t shit to me! Have you planking dead, it ain’t shit to me! Flocka! Arms up, screaming "Victory!" Obituary, read you out of history (x4) Have you rob me, statute death a unsolved mystery [Verse 1: Waka] Rappers coming out the closet like they Jason Collins Rappers beef with other niggas, they don’t want these problems I just get it popping, grew up, I didn’t have an option My youngins, they ain’t got a option, they’ll shoot your shit up That’s facts nigga, stay strapped, nigga Ridin 'round town with that same fat, nigga That’s D Dash, when he smash, choppa with a blast 6 hour surgeries and a body cast Ah, ride on the enemy Give a fuck about this industry Shoot one, I shoot two, you know the remedy Headshot, top back, J.F. Kennedy [Hook] [Verse 2: Wooh da Kid] Adopt your soul, it ain’t shit to me (Adios!) Bodies dropping, I see murder like Master P Obituary, you just made history No prints, just an unsolved mystery Copped my first strap when I was 14 20 shot, real painkiller like morphine Dope bars, add em up, I need more fiends I can see it in his face, he soft as Ice Cream Wooh da Kid, Waka Flocka – bad news I swear these boys nuts, no cashews Cross the line, you gon' die today Dropping money on ya head like he DOA [Hook]