Bite Me (feat. Waka Flocka Flame)

Woke up this morning, bussed down a swisher Looked in the mirror, like I'm one rich ass nigga' Brush my teeth with 100's, wipe my ass with these 50's All about the Benji's, competition can't fuck with me Know these nigga's envy green bottle Remy fifty, in my semi Waka Flocka Flame, I'm not friendly I'm so motherfucking neighborhood, let's get that understood I'm not crossing over, this ain't b-ball Got partners behind the g-wall, 30 for a murder, dog So I gotta get it all, I pull up in a 2 door Same color as some puddin' Goddamn that car good lookin', driver good lookin' Goddamn them rims good lookin' I know you fuck nigga's don't like us but we don't give a fuck Copy-Catters Bite Us, they swag suck Know you bitch nigga's gone hate my guts, Bite Me If you think I do re-write me, they say that imitation flattery, so Bite Me I put the Tre-8 in your mouth, I make you like it They say that mimicking is flattery, so Bite Me I put the AK in your face, and I make you like me No chit chat, hit me back Gucci did this, Gucci Mane did that If I did this and I didn't do that, Why'd I do that, Why'd I do that Put a little of this, with a little of that But ain't nothing little about that there, cat Triple black, back to back By myself, still back to back Call me stacks, because I got them racks Got them green bags, duffel bags, can't hold cash CEO, labled as, and it cost a price tag, but made me glad I'm so jazz, I'm so class I don't need no bronco to make me mad Bitch ain't bad Watch them chest and the mouth like a mad, got more bags in his stash Oh my goodness, she sitting in pudding, feel like she shouldn't Why she shouldn't, Why mess with hundreds, Ride 'round in Bentley's I know the average block was poppalin' Don't like me because I'm fucking Icy