[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Huh, 1017 (Huh)
BSM
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[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Why y'all keep on worryin' 'bout what Flocka doin'
Need to worry if you got some life insurance
Why y'all keep on worryin' bout what Gucci doin'
Need to think if y'all got some embalming fluid
Why y'all keep on worryin' 'bout what Flocka doin'
Need to worry if you got some life insurance
Why you keep on worryin' bout what Gucci doin'
Need to worry if you got embalming fluid

[Bridge: Gucci Mane]
Embalming fluid, embalming fluid
Burn your body up, we need some lighter fluid
Lighter fluid, lighter fluid
End of the day, you shouldn't of got into it
Got into it, got into it
End of the day, we shouldn't have got into it

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Broke fifths in my bag bitch
I'mma shoot first, ain't asking shit
Before I talk to em, bring chalk to em
I'mma blast them, put a fork in it
Gun fight, you brought a knife in it
You gamblin' with your life in it
Layin pipe to your wife goddamn this is sad business
Good playin' but bad intentions
Talkin' long but the man didn't listen
Shootout for thirty minutes
[?] the kitchen sink in the whole damn kitchen
Got a lot but I might risk it
Still serving these white chickens
Drink white liquor, fuck white bitches, might pull up in my white Bentley
Why you worried bout Flocka business 'cause what he eat ain't makin' you shit
Why you worry bout Gucci business, like groupie bitches you all on my dick

[Bridge: Gucci Mane]
Embalming fluid, embalming fluid
Burn your body up, we need some lighter fluid
Lighter fluid, lighter fluid
End of the day, you shouldn't of got into it

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Waka Flocka Flame]
Why y'all keep on worryin' 'bout what Flocka doin'
Need to worry if you got some life insurance
Why y'all keep on worryin' bout what Gucci doin'
Need to think if y'all got some embalming fluid
Why y'all keep on worryin' 'bout what Flocka doin'
Need to worry if you got some life insurance
Why you keep on worryin' bout what Gucci doin' (FLOCKA!)
Need to worry if you got embalming fluid

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
My clip strong, no six pack
Bullets rip your muscle, push your wig back
Diamond chains can't snatch that
No talking just click clack
In the VIP where the pills at
Smoking strong that Bill Jack
I'm a real nigga you all rap
You a fuck nigga it ain't safe for ya
My flag red, my dawgs felons
You a fuck nigga yo dawgs talkin
20 bands my dawgs'll off him
Rolling hard off a blue dolphin
Popped a molly, that molly juice
Beat the pussy like I produce
She brought her friend that's an alley oop
With two hands go animal
Animal yeah animal
She fucked Dirty she fucked Scooter
Beat made by Lex Luger
My B-I don't worry bout it
Money don't worry bout it
Bitch I'm already rich
Diamonds in my grill I be talking cash shit
Squad

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Why y'all keep on worryin' 'bout what Flocka doin'
Need to worry if you got some life insurance
Why y'all keep on worryin' bout what Gucci doin'
Need to think if y'all got some embalming fluid
Why y'all keep on worryin' 'bout what Flocka doin'
Need to worry if you got some life insurance
Why you keep on worryin' bout what Gucci doin'
Need to worry if you got embalming fluid