[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
It's a cold game, when you selling cocaine
Made blood rain, if a n***a drop my chain
Ain't no love for these fuck boys
Ain't no love for these fuck boys
Fuck all that talking, let's duke it out
Load up the guns, let's shoot it out
Cocaine in the trunk, like we moving out
Money and power, I can't do without

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Just hopped out the tesla
Hoes on my cock, but I stay with the heckler
No clouds in the sky, but I can get you wet up
Not talking the set up, you dead from the neck up
Pussy still playing checkers, flexing
Send me whenever, you'll never catch up
Ambulance in the stretcher
You n***as be acting too extra
It's guaranteed you gon respect us
Or suffer the pain, from an overgrown king
[?] up just for the team
And I put you bitch n***as in a permanat dream

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Bout to hit my dawg room with that dog food
Clip long as a yard tool, get [?]
Fuck you n***a, I dog you
I [?] move
A bulldog, knock you in your dawg shoes
I can't hear nothing
Unless god on this Earth, I don't fear nothing
Ain't no driving off perks, I can't stear nothing
Lightskinned bad bitch with the pearsed monkey
Scope on all of my guns, like we deer hunteing
Big [?] in this bitch, but his gear [?]
Flocka Flame in this bitch, in a soccer jerzy
Got a stick in this bitch, I need a hockey jerzy
All I do my lil n***a [?] 30
Like yeah yeah yeah, Sada got him murdered
Put that n***a through [?] hope they got a [?]
[?] really drippin syrup
500 trap dollars, just to sip the syrup
My white bitch move the packs out in Lindonburg
Cash App for the drugs, gotta send it first
Just my last lap in the hood, foreign to the [?]
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
It's a cold game, when you selling cocaine
Made blood rain, if a n***a drop my chain
Ain't no love for these fuck boys
Ain't no love for these fuck boys
Fuck all that talking, let's duke it out
Load up the guns, let's shoot it out
Cocaine in the trunk, like we moving out
Money and power, I can't do without