Going Off - Waka Flocka Flame

I could hear automatics going off

I could hear momma’s cryin' at the coffins

If a nigga try me, I’ma off him

I think my phone tapped, so talk with some caution

In the morning, I can get you brown D, I can get you good weed

I can get you tanned up, I’m talking 'bout Alicia Keys

I can get you mid-grade, talking about a G a P

I can get ya crystal rocks, I’m talkin' about that molly

Boy I love my hood, so it’s tatted on my body

Know these niggas mad when I pull up in that 'Rari

I don’t like to brag, but they know I got an army

Fuck with me, I send them shooters, put that on Charlie

Back in my county, we movin' like the Gotti’s

Flexin' with that ice on, boy you a robbery

I can’t talk to you, if it ain’t money

Ballin' like I’m Humphrey, J’s hit the rock

Get the dancin' to the Dougie, say your ass a dummie

Got the trap jumpin' the some double dutch

Pussy, get your money up

Fuck with me you double up, triple up

If you ain’t getting money, then you fuckin' up

Playin' with my money, then I’m sending red crew after you

I can see your momma cryin' front row at your funeral

Talkin' bout, harming me, you better watch out for Wooh

I’m from the southside, where they bang red and blue

If a nigga try me, rock-a-bye baby

Born in the eighties, the crack era raised me

I’ma give em' hell 'til these pussy nigga’s cage me

Shout out to this microphone and scale, that’s what pays me

I’m sucker free, bet a nigga won’t look wrong or even fuck with me

B.S.M., yeah we more than just a company

More, we the Mafia

Pussy boy, we droppin' ya

Hollow tip shells got you singing like the opera

Fire your ass up, like them candles during Hanukkah

Drop it, then they findin' ya

Wipe your family out like you’re the punisher

Push a nigga wig way back, touch his Yarmulke