Obituary Lyrics - Waka Flocka Flame

DJ Scream, Waka Flocka 

Hood Rich 

Kliko, we in this motherf-cker man 

I'm back, now I've been all around the motherf-ckin world man 

42 cities, 11 countries 

N-gga I'm still tourin man 

Of 3 years ago music and I'm still makin millions off my old shit 

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 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 

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Rappers comin out the closet like they Jason Collins 

Rappers beef with other n-ggas, 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 n-gga, stay strapped n-gga 

Ridin round town with that same fat n-gga 

That's deep dash, window smack, choppa with a blast 

6 hour surgeries and a body cast 

Ah, ride on the enemy 

Give a f-ck about this industry 

Shoot one, I shoot two, you know the remedy 

Headshot, top back, JF Kennedy 

Photos 

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 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 yo soul, it ain't shit to me (adios) 

Parties droppin, 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, I need more fiends 

I can see it in his face, he sold his ice cream 

Wooh da King, Waka Flocka - bad news 

I swear these boys nuts, no casuals 

Cross the line, you gon die today 

Droppin money on the head like he DOA 

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 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