Artist: Waka Flocka Flame f/ Wooh Da Kid Album: From Roaches to Rollies (Mixtape) Song: Obituary Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] DJ Scream, Waka Flocka Hood Rich Kliko, we in this motherfucker man I'm back, now I've been all around the motherfuckin world man 42 cities, 11 countries Nigga I'm still tourin man Off 3 years ago music and I'm still makin millions off my old shit [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2: Wooh Da Kid] Adopt yo soul, it ain't shit to me (adios) Parties droppin, I see murder like Master P 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 soft as Ice Cream Wooh Da Kid, Waka Flocka – bad news I swear these boys nuts, no cashews Cross the line, you gon die today Droppin money on the head like he DOA [Chorus]