Interlude

You're now listening to the True Blood
You feel me, homie?
This motherfucking Jon Geezy, nigga
Fucking with my nigga Waka Flocka, nigga
We bringing this motherfucking business to you niggas, man
Swag out, man
Swag, it's timeout for that swag shit, man
You feel what I'm saying, nigga?
This the new Atlanta, nigga
We ain't hanging with the swag clique no more, nigga
Know what I mean?
Fuck all that bag shit, nigga
Ain't nothing in there but crack edges and weed in this bag
As my nigga Flocka would say: "Flocka!"
What it do, homie?
Let's get it