Lyrics Waka Flocka Flame – Obituary

Intro
DJ Scream, Waka Flocka
Hood Rich
Kliko, we in this motherfucker man

Hook
I’ll bust yo head, It ain’t shit to me!
Have you plankin dead, It ain’t shit to me!
Flocka!
Arms up screaming victory
Obituary, read you out of history x4
Have you rob me, statute death a unsolved mystery

Verse 1: Waka
Rappers comin out the closet like they Jason Collins
Rappers beef with other niggas, they don’t want these problems
I just get it poppin, grew up, I didn’t have an option
My youngins, they ain’t got a option, they’ll shoot yo shit up
That’s facts nigga, stay strapped nigga
Ridin round town with that same fat nigga
That’s deep dash, window smack, choppa with a blast
6 hour surgeries and a body cast
Ah, ride on the enemy
Give a fuck about this industry
Shoot one, I shoot two, you know the remedy
Headshot, top back, JF Kennedy

Hook

Verse 2: Wooh da Kid

Hook