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S.T.F.U
Hitta Castro
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Blow blow blow blow
That's waka watts still poppin' shots
Whipping coke in your pasta pots
They say I fell off or I'm not as hot
Lines at my shows been around the block
Flocka choppa let's pop a bottle
My wife a gangsta not just a model
I'm a beast nigga it's hard to follow
At peace nigga eat this hollow
Been some places I beat some cases
Dunk and Ko I see their faces
Run the play up I see the matrices
Six numbers nigga this shit is basic
Investing keys make several G's
I'm on the recipe to make ecstasy
Talk in person no texting me
You know Chaz Gotti stand next to me
Rapper diss me I'ma let him know
Pull up your schedule come to your show
Buy a ticket on the front row
Then beat your ass so everybody know
You motherfuckers can't play with me
Don't LOL or JK with me
Tell the truth it amazes me
To be myself I get paid to be
You motherfuckers act fake for free
So you fuck niggas stay away from me
Getting money sound great to me
Imma get these P's from A to Z
Come to your town and it's going down
Flocka posters all in the crowd
My smoke volume super loud
My personal is like half a pound
Did festivals all across the globe
Met a lot of people there's a lot to know
Wanna be the man, that's a lot to grow
Nobody alive gonna stop the show
Mannn you muthafuckas wanna come and jump us
Try to put me under but its nothing
Im coming the gun is tucked in don't be looking suspect
I'ma push a button leave'em under covers
Let me switch it to another subject
Fuck around and beat yo ass in public
You ain't gotta like it haters love it
All rhythm shit 4.5 will kick
I dont rap unless its tall benefits
Stop acting like yall been the shit
Yall innocent
Crept in thru the side door
Now im all in this shit
And i gotta Lotta broads trembling
Access like a card membership
Look i might trip her head game like a vice grip
New 9 it will bruise bones
New watch blue stones
Them shits heavy like tombstones
All on my neck plus a new home
Im the king on a new throne
Yall probably chat, All body rap
1 call get you hauled outta that
Shoulda never been apart of it
Im getting the dough up then
Switching the flow up you rappers are hoe up
I see you in person you act like you know us
Don't dap us or show us not love
Fuck all y'all
I'm still young Flock with the sawed off
Brick squad we a global name
For hoes and fame you niggas go insane
Stick to the code that's loyalty
Bring lawyer fees and royalty
Lost hella weight but I'm still eating
Hold my calls I'm in a meeting
It's winning season I'm getting even
Against the odds til I'm finished breathing
Pray for 'em (Pussies)
Pray for 'em (Flocka)
Pray for 'em (Flocka)
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