Bustin' at 'Em

Bustin' at 'Em Lyrics Waka Flocka Flame

Album: Flockaveli

Bow, bow, bow, bow
Shoot first, ask questions last
That's how these so called gangsta's last
Waka Flocka Flame 1017

Bow, bow, bow, bow
Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Ain't no talkin' homie
I'm just bustin' at 'em

[Verse 1]
I been gettin' this, since back then like my name was Gillie
Grow a sumo on my face, call me Flocka-Philly
Nigga what's the deally, lemme know what's brackin'
Ain't no cameras round here, nigga stop that actin'
Bitch I'm 'bout that action, subtract 'em like a fraction
Everybody packin, like Nick Minaj ass
Kush smell like garbage, nigga pay some homage
Then got a hood, now that bitch call me finest
Mizay Management shit that my mother
Yella diamonds fuzzy chain shit that bitch like butta
Bitch I'm like no other, rap nigga
You can call me cut throat-ass trap nigga


[Verse 2]
KY Engineerin', fuzzy got 'em steerin'
Fuzzy diamond earin's, M6 what I'm steerin's
Woke up to next year in, bring back diamond earin's
That some John Dearin, nigga who you scarin'
Shorty I'm tatted up, you can call me inky
All I do is get brains, you can call me pinkie
My gooch is like winky, right nigga
I got my swag up, right nigga
I heard they got a price tag on a nigga head
You got a better chance snitchin', nigga goin feds
You dug your own grave, let me make your jail bed
Suicide shorty shot his own self red, Riverdale

Waka Flocka Flame!
Bricksquad! Flocka!

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