Workin'

[Hook] I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti [Verse 1] Pussy ass nigga you ain't never jug I'm a real Piru, ask Big Suge I'm a real trapper, ask Victor Hill For the thrill, I pop a pill, shoot at the ops to catch a kill (Hey) I'm Waka Flocka, nigga Kill a family member, shawty El Chapo nigga Throw your sets in the air for my blockas nigga Two shots of the [?] that go Flocka nigga I'm on the block my nigga Where the youngins going crazy, shooting cops my nigga Red, blue, white flags like a Haitian killer I will never back down, I'm from Clayco nigga [Hook] I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti [Verse 2] A lot of rappers start trapping it's like recess Real jet boy I snatch the chain off your neck Set the game for you niggas, that's a preset Elm Street, Dirt Gang nigga that's the G set I'm like Meech, my nigga Bricksquad live off loyalty, fuck you niggas Waka Flocka name still good in these streets Five thousand shooters nigga, you ain't hard to reach When it come to killers, got a fleet my nigga Pull a chopper out, holes in your fleece my nigga I know you thinking to yourself I'm a beast, my nigga Hundred shootouts, we ain't never faced defeat, my nigga [Hook] I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be twerking nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti [Verse 3] Check his background, he ain't who he say he is Acting hard to them youngins, come shoot up your shit Boy I must admit a lot of rap niggas pussy Early in the morning and my dog baking cookies John Gotti Wish he try me, cross the line, you a body nigga Go against Waka Flocka, kamikaze Hands like I'm Ali, south side where you find me Heard they trying to take me off the streets, my nigga Pussy niggas snitching, talking to police my nigga Now the feds tryna kick in my front door I got lawyer fees, bond money, case closed (Flocka) [Hook] I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti