Numbers (Intro)

[Verse 1]

It's a thin line between love and hate

That's some shit that my mother say

I counted 30 up the other day

Dumping 30 off the other day

If the party next door still bringing my Drac'

No matter what he ain't getting away

5.56 hit his ass in the face

Big ass stick so I know that I'm safe

Kick in the door put the stick in his face

Then beat him with it 'till he open the safe

I've been the same way ever since 5th grade

Corrupted and slithering stuck in my ways

You ain't talkin money get the fuck out my face

I'm stuck in the trap for a couplе of days

I'll slap the fuck out a couple of j's

Walk to a lick but couldn't walk 'cross the stagе

30 on me I'ma let this bitch off

He get caught he gon' say what he heard what he saw

Hope we make bond cause we knocking em' all

Right at his mama doorstep we dropping em' off

Got the glick in my jeans when I shop at the mall

Before you talk to me you gotta talk to my dawg

Addicted to Percs had to leave em' alone

Bro caught a bid, I won't speak on the phone

Bitch always tell me I'm evil and wrong

But at the same time she can't leave me alone

When you talk to me better even your tone

I don't know what typa shit these niggas on

If it's a problem I'm gettin' my gun

Nowadays these niggas reachin' for phones

I don't know what typa shit these niggas doin'

But most of you niggas look stupid and goofy

I put a 5.56 in a Uzi

Don't bag out the pistol if you ain't gon' use it

I've never been a nigga to lie in my music

I break down the work bag it up and get to it

Been 32 hours watch how I run through it

I ain't takin' consignment, don't care if I can move it

Everyday I fell like it's a point to be proven

Fuck a piece back to back [?] that I grew it

5.56 [?]

He [?] pussy off rip I knew it

Hard in the paint my wrist got movin'

I'm the real Waka Flocka, bitch, oh let's do it

Hopscotch out my Audi I'm cooling

Stick in the whip that bitch came with a cooler

I want an Audemars, not a Franck Muller

When you in the street gotta know what you doin'

Watch what you say cause they watch how you movin'

If you don't wanna do it then you ain't gotta do it

Half of you niggas easily influenced

The work so good, unc' think I put my shoe in

Reach for my chain lil nigga don't do that

I'm strapped on stage but you must not knew that

Shoot up the club we ready to do that

And I don't even want to get none of the juice back

You gon' die like wherever you at

[Outro]

You know we got all types a shit you heard

We got 5.56s

We got .223s

We got 442s

We got 7.62s

You know what I'm sayin' we got all kinda shit

But you know I say all that to say this

The numbers, they always gon' tell you a different story you heard

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