Waka Flocka - Going Off Lyrics
(Hook: Waka Flocka)I can hear automatics going offI could hear momma's cryin' at the coffinIf a nigga try me, I'mma off himI think my phone tapped, so talk with some cautionIn the morning, I can get you brown D, I can get you good weedI can get you tan, I'm talkin' about Alicia KeysI can get ya mid-grade, talking about a G a PI can get ya crystal rocks, I'm talkin' about that molly(Bridge: Waka Flocka)Boy I love my hood, so it's tatted on my bodyThese nigga's mad when I pull up in that RariI don't like to brag, but they know I got an army***** with me, I send them shooters, put that on CharlieAutomatic going off(Hook: Waka Flocka)I can hear automatics going offI could hear momma's cryin' at the coffinIf a nigga try me, I'mma off himI think my phone tapped, so talk with some cautionIn the morning, I can get you brown D, I can get you good weedI can get you tan, I'm talkin' about Alicia KeysI can get ya mid-grade, talking about a G a PI can get ya crystal rocks, I'm talkin' about that molly(Verse 1)Back in my county, we movin' like the Gotti'sFlexin' with that ice on, boy you a robberyI can't talk to you, if it ain't moneyBallin' like I'm Hartfield, J's hit the rockGet the dancin' to the Dougie, say yo ass a dummieGot that trap jumpin' the some double dutch*****, get your money up***** with me you double up, triple upIf you ain't getting money, then you *****in' upPlayin' with my money, then I'm sending red crew after youI can see your momma cryin' front row at your funeralTalkin' bout, harming me, you better watch it ***** boyI'm from the southside, where they bang red and blue(Hook: Waka Flocka)I can hear automatics going offI could hear momma's cryin' at the coffinIf a nigga try me, I'mma off himI think my phone tapped, so talk with some cautionIn the morning, I can get you brown D, I can get you good weedI can get you tan, I'm talkin' about Alicia KeysI can get ya mid-grade, talking about a G a PI can get ya crystal rocks, I'm talkin' about that molly(Verse 2)If a nigga try me, Rock-a-bye babyBorn in the eighties, the crack era raised meImma give em' hell, til these ***** nigga's cage meShout out to this microphone and scale, that's what pays meI'm sucker free, bet a nigga won't look wrong or even ***** with meBSM, yeah we more than just a companyMore, we the Mafia***** boy we droppin' yaHollow tip shells got you singing like the operaFire your ass up, like them candles during HanukkahDrop it then they findin' yaWipe your family out like you're the punisherPush a nigga wig way back, touch his Yarmulke(Hook: Waka Flocka)I can hear automatics going offI could hear momma's cryin' at the coffinIf a nigga try me, I'mma off himI think my phone tapped, so talk with some cautionIn the morning, I can get you brown D, I can get you good weedI can get you tan, I'm talkin' about Alicia KeysI can get ya mid-grade, talking about a G a PI can get ya crystal rocks, I'm talkin' about that molly
