Artist: Waka Flocka Flame f/ Trae Tha Truth Album: Salute Me, Shoot Me 4: Banned From America (Mixtape) Song: I Got Em Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus: Waka Flocka] Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel [Chorus: Trae Tha Truth] If it's drama I got it I got it I got it I he want it I got it I got it I got it Tell that nigga I got it I got it I got it If he trippin' I got it I got it I got it [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] I hop out, shots fired, Klaico man down Hundred rounds, stand down This the G south, we don't play around I come around they don't say shit Moment silence when that K's spit This Rolls Royce got a pink slip He 15 on that G shit He 16 on that G shit 17 on that murk shit My young nigga gonna flip shit This 4-5 is my sidekick Klaiko's my capital Big rims, gold teeth That country boy attitude Don't make saddam move after you Caught 'em caught 'em caught 'em slippin' at the red light Run that chain, run that ice before you lose your life Car jackings, home invasions this is my side Loyalty over royaly in the squad I trust [Chorus: Waka Flocka] Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel [Chorus: Trae Tha Truth] If it's drama I got it I got it I got it I he want it I got it I got it I got it Tell that nigga I got it I got it I got it If he trippin' I got it I got it I got it [Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth] I pull up holding this choppa, bitch If you at your place, you better get back in it Cause the way I'm feelin' I might drop your bitch If you wanna be pussy I'm gonna jump up it In the black Phantom tinted and I fuck 'em If a nigga run up on me better hang on duck 'em Better have a bunch of niggas with a hell of a jaw I'm a beat 'em the fuck up then bitch I'm bustin' Gotta FM loaded up inside these jacket The round 10 clips, only way I pack it If I let them hoes fly you better be actin' Get throw'd motherfucker I ain't shootin' for practice They got drug money by the book or the mattress If their heads wanted beef I'm a sell out my package I'm the king of the streets, in the hood I'm a saint I'm a send another nigga, fuck a nigga with them I'm just lookin' for the right, I'm that nigga You 'bout that life, how the fuck you figured? Yea bitch who strapped up? My shit bigger This message directed let no Twitter I've never seen shots like a bitch who domin' All black on a motherfucker and I roll it Shout out to them navy seals with the shit I'm on It all too work out, yea bitch I'm tonin' [Chorus: Waka Flocka] Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel [Chorus: Trae Tha Truth] If it's drama I got it I got it I got it I he want it I got it I got it I got it Tell that nigga I got it I got it I got it If he trippin' I got it I got it I got it [Verse 3: Waka Flocka] I said I swear to God I can't wait Till the day this nigga slip head Shot em off the motherfuckin reel make em feel the whole clip Walking with a sliced limb 'cause them hammers is on deck They don't kill you for no check they gon' do it for respect Throwing up the wrong set better get your ass wet Headshot off the motherfucking reel I got boys vice low GD's and cribs My bently and my ghost came with a pink slip What you know by that, Flocka Waka Flocka If you rob, gang bang play ball To sell crack my back ain't gotta be against the wall Just to shoot all this hunned clip You can feel all of that Aghhhhhhhhhhhh! [Chorus: Waka Flocka] Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel