WAKA FLOCKA FLAME - Obituary lyrics
rate meI’ll bust your head, it ain’t shit to me
Have you planking dead, It ain’t shit to me
Flocka
Arms up, screaming “victory!”
Obituary, read you out in history
Obituary, read you out in history
Obituary, read you out in history
Obituary, read you out in history
Have you rob me, statute death a unsolved mystery
Rappers coming out the closet like they Jason Collins
Rappers beef with other niggas, they don’t want these problems
I just get it popping, grew up, I didn’t have an option
My youngins, they ain’t got a option, they’ll shoot your shit up
That’s facts, nigga, stay strapped, nigga
Riding ‘round town with that same fat nigga
That’s deep dash, window smack, choppa with a blast
Six hour surgeries and a body cast
Ride on the enemy
Give a fuck about this industry
Shoot one, I shoot two, you know the remedy
Headshot, top back, JF Kennedy
I’ll bust your head, it ain’t shit to me
Have you planking dead, It ain’t shit to me
Flocka
Arms up, screaming “victory!”
Obituary, read you out in history
Obituary, read you out in history
Obituary, read you out in history
Obituary, read you out in history
Have you rob me, statute death a unsolved mystery
Adopt your soul, it ain’t shit to me
Parties dropping, I see murder like masterpiece
Obituary, you just made history
No prints, just an unsolved mystery
Copped my first strap when I was 14
Real painkiller like morphine
Don’t pause, add ‘em up, I need more fiends
I can see it in his face, he sold his ice cream
Wooh Da Kid, Waka Flocka, bad news
I swear these boys nuts, no casuals
Crossed the line, you gonna die today
Dropping money on the head like he DOA
I’ll bust your head, it ain’t shit to me
Have you planking dead, It ain’t shit to me
Flocka
Arms up, screaming “victory!”
Obituary, read you out in history
Obituary, read you out in history
Obituary, read you out in history
Obituary, read you out in history
Have you rob me, statute death a unsolved mystery
