Inky - Waka Flocka Flame, Wooh Da Kid, Slim Dunkin

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

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

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