1.Live By The Gun
Live by the gun, I'ma die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'ma die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'ma die by the gun
A nigga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin' back
Live by the gun, I'ma die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'ma die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'ma die by the gun
A nigga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin' back
Just handguns all white air ones
Niggas talkin' one on one but there ain't no fair ones
You feel me son？ I do my dawg so TTG let's go to war
A nigga fuck with me Squigly lines an IV's
Uncle told me, 'Flocka, murder this mothafucka'
Yo roc Dig a hole for these mothafucka's
Let me brush my shoulders off Jay-Z R.I.P to？
Live by the gun, I'ma die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'ma die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'ma die by the gun
A nigga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin' back
Live by the gun, I'ma die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'ma die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'ma die by the gun
A nigga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin' back
When the nigga see me, you know that I got it on me
Either that Desert Eagle that 5th or that 40
I'm strapped up shawty, ask my nigga Waka
Ask my nigga Unkle, an I murder？
Nigga shot me 5 times, 2 days later them niggas died
Niggas shootin' at the five is commiten' a suicide
I'm a murderous mad dawg that's the acronym
MMB frunt on me and a nigga klappin' 'em
I'm the big homie act like you know me
Put in my own work but niggas kill for me
Frunt on me and I make the whole country
Shocka 'cause I'm a real gun doctor
Live by the gun, I'ma die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'ma die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'ma die by the gun
A nigga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin' back
Live by the gun, I'ma die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'ma die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'ma die by the gun
A nigga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin' back
2.For My Dawgs
Mentally I'll, please someone call a docta＊
911 it's emergency go get a doct.
911 it's emergency go get a docta(docta docta docta...)
You(d')'on know by now boy dey call me waka flocka
I got a bad habbit I might O.D. of yoppas
Whole bunch of choppas fo my enemies
Devil entered me my mind on injury
I'm in front of the jury like I'm guilty
Shawty tried me so I killed em on／off？ G.P.
Mom I'm sorry I can't let you berry
Don't worry just comecary
And some letters plus some phone time momma
What's the golden rule don't turn on my partnas
I'm a ride
I'm a ride
I'm a live
I'm a live
I'm a die
I'm a die
Fo my muthafuckin dawgs
I'm a rob
I'm a rob
I'm a steal
I'm a steal
I'm a kill
I'm a kill
Fo my muthafuckin dawgs
(Oh my godsh)
I heard a lot of niggas dissin me
They let me know dey missin me
I been down fo some months
Now it's time to make history
With these evil ass thoughts
It feel like satan just entered me
I'm a pull through dis shit
Idon' need no nigga ta pray fo me
I was told to calm down and spend my pain on da mic
I drop one mixtape six months later my career took fight
O let's do it got em hype
Love them gun sounds make em fight
I go hard in da paint you can tell that on sight
I'm the mixtape prince ain't no nigga fuckin with me
I'm from Clayton County Riverdale but born in New York
Northside queens to be exact Bricksquad we'll walk back
I can taste these niggas flesh
I can smell these niggas fail
Riverdale, Flocka.
I'm a ride I'm a ride
I'm a live I'm a live
I'm a die I'm a die
Fo my muthafuckin dawgs
I'm a rob I'm a rob (flocka)
I'm a steal I'm a steal
I'm a kill I'm a kill
Fo my muthafuckin dawgs
They said a man shine proper
Sometimes that shit hurt
Why put G babyface on the t-shirt
Neek I know it hurt that just god at his work
Blow all the real niggas livin in the dirt
I'm a Ride I'm a Ride
Every chance a nigga get
I'm a squeeze I'm a squeeze
I'm a let my gun rip
R.I.P. trav on some real nigga shit
Real nigga click I'm on my bricksquad shit
One louzy ass bullet, can't fuckin stop me
I feel like rocky when he fold on palo creed
3.Bustin' At 'Em
I just don't get it anymore＊
They don't even gang-bang with a purpose.
Cold-hearted killers that barely that barely got facial hair.
I'm tired of tryin' to get through.
These days you try to be a hero, and your wife'll end up wearin'
black listenin' to a 21 gun salute.
I just don't understand these young men.
Maybe I should quit fightin' what I don't understand.
Hmmm... I can't keep up with this too much longer.
Pow (8x)
Shoot first, ask questions last.
That's how these so called gangsta's last.
Waka Flocka Flame 1017
Pow (4x), Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Pow (4x), Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Pow (4x), Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Ain't no talkin' homie, I'm jus' bustin' at 'em
Pow (4x), Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Pow (4x), Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Pow (4x), Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Ain't no talkin' homie, I'm jus' bustin' at 'em
I been gettin' this, see like then like my neck was killin'
Grow a sumo on my face, call me flockaveli
Nigga what's the dealy, Lemme know what's crackin'
Ain't no flamer's ground, hell nigga stop that actin'
Bitch I'm 'bout that action, so drink 'em like a fraction
Everybody packin, like hit my notch ass
Kush smell like diamonds, nigga take some himonds
Then got a hood, now that bitch call me finest
Mizays made as mess shit that my mother
Bitch I'm like no otha', rap nigga
You can call me good, broke-ass rap nigga
KY Engineerin', fuzzy got 'em steerin'
Fuzzy diamond earin's, M6 with them steerin's
That some John Dearin's, nigga who you scarin'
Shawty I'm tatted up, you can call me icky
All I do is get brains, you can call me picky
Like you just like rinky, right nigga
I got my swagga', right nigga
I heard they got a price tag on a nigga head
You got a better chance snitchin', nigga blowin' feds
You thug yo' own brains, let me make yo' jail beds
RIVERDALE!
Waka waka waka flocka flocka waka waka yeah!
Waka flocka flocka flocka FLAME!
Waka flocka flocka waka flocka flocka waka flocka FLOCKA!
Waka flocka flocka waka waka flocka flocka yeah! Waka flocka
flocka flocka briiiiiiiiihsquuuuuaaaaad! Flocka!
4.G-Check
I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin'＊
Flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'？
G Check (8x)
I ran up on this nigga, who yo big homie？
Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no
G Check (8x)
Ran up on this nigga, finna check the boy status
Look him right up in his eyes like, nigga where you from？
Who yo big homie？ What block you niggas bang？
Who you know up on that yard, talkin' real big homies.
Respect all the riders, G checkin' all the phonies
You fuckin' with no suckas, they lying, they say they know me
God bless all my ridahs, death to my enemies,
I'm taking niggas flags, you better leave the spot
For all niggas on my block, it's like me snitching to the cops,
Outta line you get disciplined, better do some missions then,
I ain't give my name for free, fuck I had to get it in
I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin',
Flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'？
G Check (8x)
I ran up on this nigga, who yo big homie？
Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no
G Check (8x)
Nigga frontin', I'm hit him up,
Nigga what, we can get em up
Pussy niggas ain't real as us
Just like a candle I lit em up
Always talking that tough shit
I ain't the nigga to fuck with
Choppers loading up, niggas folding up,
Superman couldn't duck this,
Catch ya in that field hoe,
Steamers rolling up real slow
Niggas breaking out scared as fuck,
Tuck and tail, you a man or what？
I ain't think so, cock and squeeze I'm dropping everything
standing up
Lay down and get laid down,
40 cal and they came down
What you claim, better say it now,
Got a gun better spray it now
Topped off, dumb dumbs will leave you burning like hot sauce
I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin',
Flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'？
G Check (8x)
I ran up on this nigga, who yo big homie？
Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no
G Check (8x)
It's money over everything,
Five, four wedding rings,
Married to the mob, all I know is mighty brim game
B's up what it do,
5-0-5-2,
Lions and them tigers, I be mobbing like them YG's,
AK-a chopper nigga, silence when that chopper squeeze,
Fuck em Waka Flocka all out it's like the new mob,
When we say fuck em new west, this is Brick Squad,
Down like I'm 'posed to be, niggas don't get close to me,
I'm blood and bitch this blood's on the set, this how it
supposed to be,
We thuggin bitch, we supposed to beef,
We killin' shit, you supposed to grieve,
Shug Gotti tell em who got the streets (hahahaha)
I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin',
Flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'？
G Check (8x)
I ran up on this nigga, who yo big homie？
Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no
G Check (8x)
5.Hard In Da Paint
作詞：Lexus Lewis, Juaquin Malphurs
I go hard in da muthafuckin' paint, nigga
Leave you stankin' nigga
What da fuck you thinkin' nigga？
I won't die fo' this shit or what da fuck I say
Front yard, broad day with da SK
See Gucci that's my muthafuckin' nigga
I hang in da 'Dale with them Hit Squad killas
Waka Flocka Flame one hood ass nigga
Riding real slow, bendin' corners in my nigga
Gotta main bitch and got a mistress
A coupla girlfriends, I'm so hood rich
Keep my dick hard and keep me smoking
You get pills free, shawty no joking
Aye what I stand fo', Brick Squad
(Flocka)
I'm a die fo' dis, shawty, man I swear to god
In da trap with some killas and some hood niggas
Where you at？ Where your trap？ You ain't hood nigga
Keep this shit 300, put that shit on my hood
Crips fuckin' with me, G's and the Vice Lords
Eses and amigos freestyle off the dome
Brick Sqaud, Waka Flocka Flame, it's fuckin on!
I go hard in da muthafuckin' paint, nigga
Leave you stankin' nigga
What da fuck you thinkin' nigga？
I won't die fo' this shit or what da fuck I say
Front yard, broad day with da SK
See Gucci that's my muthafuckin' nigga
I hang in da 'Dale with them Hit Squad killas
Waka Flocka Flame one hood ass nigga
Riding real slow, bendin' corners in my nigga
Wassup prissy nigga, wassup fuck nigga
I got on dat nigga, make yo momma's momma richa
Hope you got yo killers wit' ya, hope you got yo niggas witchya
Hope your goons ridin witchya, they gon' fuckin' miss you, nigga
Nigga what, I had a tool like Easy Q
When my lil' brotha died, I said fuck school
I picked the burnin' log and I grabbed some marijuana
Two years later screamin out yeah Rhonna
Glock 9 to SK if you want to beef
Shawty point blank range, I put yo ass to sleep
Shawty talk is cheap, so watch what ya say
Broad day in the air, like this shit legal
I go hard in da muthafuckin' paint, nigga
Leave you stankin' nigga
What da fuck you thinkin' nigga？
I won't die fo' this shit or what da fuck I say
Front yard, broad day with da SK
See Gucci that's my muthafuckin' nigga
I hang in da 'Dale with them Hit Squad killas
Waka Flocka Flame one hood ass nigga
Riding real slow, bendin' corners in my nigga
I go hard in da muthafuckin' paint, nigga
Leave you stankin' nigga
What da fuck you thinkin' nigga？
I won't die fo' this shit or what da fuck I say
Front yard, broad day with da SK
See Gucci that's my muthafuckin' nigga
I hang in da 'Dale with them Hit Squad killas
Waka Flocka Flame one hood ass nigga
Riding real slow, bendin' corners in my nigga
Flocka
Waka, Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka
Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka
Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, Waka
Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka
Waka, Flocka
Waka Flocka Flame
I go hard in da muthafuckin' paint, nigga
Leave you stankin' nigga
What da fuck you thinkin' nigga？
I won't die fo' this shit or what da fuck I say
Front yard, broad day with da SK
See Gucci that's my muthafuckin' nigga
I hang in da 'Dale with them Hit Squad killas
Waka Flocka Flame one hood ass nigga
Riding real slow, bendin' corners in my nigga
6.Snake In The Grass
Chea man am like make the fucker bark (herps) da shit hard＊
Flocka!!!
They say Flocka trippin shawty on that other shit
I keep the crowd jumping like I'm Chris Paul bitch
I ain't gonna cross over, so any rap nigga move over
They say I ain't gonna make it so bitch yeah I gotta show ya
An I'm known in the hood for making that f-ker bark
You know Flocka shoot first like John Star
40 nights , 40 days, no Noah's ark
If we was livin in water I'd be a shark
I'm in the front you in the back like Rosa Parks
Got heart like Rosa Parks, eyy where the fuck to start？
Don't gotta gun I'm a use a dart (bow)
I fell in love with yellow diamonds since Gucci barked
Bitch we shootin over here no martial art
I got nigga knowledge, your girlfriends pussy got hella mileage
I'ma street nigga so middle finger to a college
They say snakes in the grass so I'ma cut this shit
All these girls want this cash so I can't trust a bitch
12 pull up run back, I ain't goin to jail for shit
I got cars, ice and hoes shawty I'm nigga rich
They say snakes in the grass so I'ma cut this shit
All these girls want this cash so I can't trust a bitch
12 full of rhyme, I ain't go to jail for shit
I got cars, ice and hoes shawty I'm nigga rich
Cartier no watch so high, that my ears popped
Right here where that lear dropped, hopped out yeah like
That's hot now where the bread I'ma need that boo
When it off the head I'ma need like two
Nigga rich what that make you, I'm a trigger chick my
Belt my proof.
Now what you want I'mma shut this down, nigga try
To front like I don't run this town nigga try to front like
I don't work this shit shit. Nigga hit the blunt I smell the
pigs.
While I'm tippin' corners I'm rollin with foreigners
My hoes be Brazilian Sicilian Honduras. Got bread to blow
Got a mean 16 turn the camera on let me rep my team
I'm makin hits like back to back ya'll cute n shit, ya'll try to
rap.
Get stupid chick how u tryn'na act I'm stupid rich no platinum
plaques.
I'm nigga rich boy what you rep
No nigga business No nigga checks.
Cartier!
They say snakes in the grass so I'ma cut this shit
All these girls want this cash so I can't trust a bitch
12 pull up run back, ain't goin to jail for shit
I got cars, ice and hoes shawty I'm nigga rich (2x)
7.Fuck This Industry
作詞：Lexus Lewis, Juaquin Malphurs
Real nigga music
Hey man, the industry is so mothafucker dirty
Watch out for these labels
Make sure you know what you're doing
Before you sign a contract, right, don't get a 360
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Lord take my back da devil entered me
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Lord take my back da devil entered me
Lord take my back da devil entered me
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
They say is pain, I call it bullshit
'Cause when I'm finished cryin', I'm back to this bullshit
I got a four clip from my enemies
They wanna see me dead off these fuck streets
I drink this fuck liquor you know the remedy
Waka Flocka Flame ain't no endin' me
Shout out to my momma she got my back
Man I love my family that's a fuck fact
Fuck this industry, I mean that shit dawg
Waka Flocka Flame, man, I want it all
I can't trust myself so don't trust me
I can't trust my friends when they set me up
Back to this bullshit, man this industry full of bullshit
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Lord take my back da devil entered me
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Lord take my back da devil entered me
Damn, I miss my brother, they wanna see me under
Disrespect my mother, you gonna met my brother
KK that shit fuck up, 25 to life he did it to defend his life
Shout out to my grandma for all them ass whoopin'
That shit made me tough, no more ass whoopings
Shout out to my three they showed me how to？
For that all my life I gotta have it all
Shout out to my aunties for their female love
They showed me how to cook and clean and show women love
Shout out to my nieces and my nephews
And I love my family, one day bless you
Momma don't cry we gonna get it
And we do it again, we gonna show em that we got it
Fuck dis Industry, bitch I'm in these streets
They don't want shit but my money
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Lord take my back da devil entered me
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Lord take my back da devil entered me
What's up to my block？ Hello grocery
What's up Shytown？ What's up OD？
What's up LA？ Shout out to woovy
What's up to Miami？ What's up？
And my nigga KIbo, that's my fuck dawg
Nigga real tough
Shout out to New York, to the North Side
Shout out to NC and to
Shout out VA, shout out to M Town
West wood bloods, threw the set up now
Man, I love my street niggas
What the fuck would I be without my street niggas
What's up Juice Man, this is Bricksquaad
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Lord take my back da devil entered me
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Fuck dis industry, bitch I'm in these streets
Lord take my back da devil entered me
8.Rumors
They wanna see me dead puttin prices on my head＊
Spreadin rumors round town like I fell down
They can't hold me down they can't stop my shine
They can't block my grind shawty it's game time
Piru for life branches？ off the elms nigga
I ain't big on lick cause I ain't been to the motherland
Here I stand grown ass man
Gun in my hand I don't fear no man FLOCKA!
These niggas trippin second guess am I livin better tell em I'm
gone kill em twenty bags and tell em come get em make ya boy
scared to say nun him I thank that I scared him I swear to god
dnt fear them these niggas straight trippin thinkin that I'm
slippin pull it out then I'm rippin my whole click itchin lookin
for the freakin victum free my partner isum tunnel freakin
vision I swear to god on jesus christ I dnt freakin hear em
These niggas say they killd me and kidnapped my daughter ion
even got no daughter they mad cause I'm a baller and they girls
a caller you know that I'm a stall her then love her and ball
her then never ever call her grind hard like my mother I'm the
problem solver AR or revolver you hard then I am harder stop
actin like a killer you weak tail nigga you ain't wanna murder
that's why I'm still alive nigga BRICKSQUAD!
9.Luv Dem Gun Sounds
RING ALARM! dem boys in town＊
LIKE JOC, lay dat pussy nigga down
I don't talk, I don't laugh, I just frown
From da eagle 2 da choppa, luv dat gun sound
Waka Flocka Flame or just murdaman FLOCKA!
Run up on gucci ya might loose ya life
I'll do 7, you in heaven I won't think twice
Murdaman flocka I keep a heavy choppa
I'm down with so icey I'm a real top shotta
Lite skin rasta, move like da mobstaz
Rob yo ass for ganja so giv it up potna
I hang with da killers, we go ape like gorillaz
Yes I gon rob you and then we mite kill you
Alwayz missin breakfast, eatin on sum cereal
FLOCKA! WAKA FLOCKA!
We street thuggin wut da fuck is corporate thuggin？
Homey betta stop all dat mean muggin
I say 2 words, shawty buss
Luv 2 trap, luv 2 cuss
I'll talk 2 a nigga b4 I puttem in da dirt
Tellem wdf he did and why da fukk he gettin murked
50 rounds strapped make your life line flat
(Run up on dat nigga) why da fukk deez niggaz hatin
10.No Hands
作詞：Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Christopher James Gholson,
(undetermined) Johnson, (undetermined) Jones
Girl, the way you're movin' got me in a trance
DJ turn me up, ladies this yo' jam
I'ma sip Moscato and you gon' lose them pants
Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the flo'
I love the way yo booty go
All I want to do is sit back and watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash
All that ass in yo' jeans
Can Wale be, can Roscoe scheme
Long hair, she don't care when she walk she get stares
Brown skin or a yellow bone, DJ this my favorite song
So I'ma make it thunderstorm, Bud, want it, Flocka here
Throw it, fuck it, I don't care, chests flyin' everywhere
Got my partner Roscoe, like bruh, I'm drinkin', help
Can't you tell, booze help me hit them 15 steps so fuck it
Well, I'm tryin' to hit the hotel with 2 girls that swallow me
Take this dick, gonna swallow, that Moscato got her freaky
Hey, you got me in a trance, please take off yo' pants
Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me
a fan, damn
Girl, the way you're movin' got me in a trance
DJ turn me up, ladies this yo' jam
I'ma sip Moscato and you gon' lose them pants
Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the flo'
I love the way yo booty go
All I want to do is sit back and watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash
She said look ma no hands, she said look ma no hands
And no darlin', I don't dance
And, I'm with Roscoe, I'm with Waka
I think I deserve a chance
I'm a bad motherfucker
Go on, ask some motherfuckers
A young handsome motherfucker
I sling that wood, I just nunchuk 'em
And who you wit'？ And what's yo name？
And you not hear, boo？ I'm Wale
And that D.C. shit I rep all day
And my eyes red 'cause of all that haze
Don't blow my high, let me shine
Drumma on the beat, let me take my time
Nigga want beef, we can take it outside
Fight for what broad, these ho's ain't mine
Is you out yo' mind？ You out yo' league
I sweat no bitches, just sweat out weaves
Wear out tracks, let me do my thing
I got 16 for this Roscoe thing
But, I'm almost done, let me get back to it
Whole lot of loud and a little backwood
Whole lot of money, big tip I would
I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch
Girl, the way you're movin' got me in a trance
DJ turn me up, ladies this yo' jam
I'ma sip Moscato and you gon' lose them pants
Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the flo'
I love the way yo booty go
All I want to do is sit back and watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash
R-O-S-C-O-E, we Mr. Shawty, put it on me, please
I be goin' ham, shawty upgrade from baloney, please
Them niggas tippin' good, girl, but I can make it flood
'Cause I walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus
Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say
My pockets stuck on overload, my rain never evaporates
No need to elaborate, most of these ducks exaggerate
But I'ma get money, nigga, everyday stuntin', nigga, ducks might
get a chance after me
Bitch, I'm ballin' like I'm comin' off of free throws
So ahead of the game, no cheat codes
Lambo, Rosco, no street code
And your booty got me lost like Nemo
Go, go, go, g-go on
And do yo' dance
And, I'ma throw this money
While you do it wit' no hands
Girl, the way you're movin' got me in a trance
DJ turn me up, ladies this yo' jam
I'ma sip Moscato and you gon' lose them pants
Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the flo'
I love the way yo booty go
All I want to do is sit back and watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash
11.Young Money／Bricksquad
Brick brick brick brick brickkkkksquaaaaaaaad
I said my necklace (iced out)
My left wrist (iced out)
Waka Flocka Flame stay out my
Lane because I'm (thugged out)
Niggas get (drugged out) you know what my
(Click bout) hit him with a bottle stomp his
Muthafuckin (lights out) hands on deck make a nigga
Pull his (tool out) ballin this year I ain't gone stop until
I wildout (3x)
Gudda gudda wildout (3x)
Waka flocka wildout
Young Money Bricksquad (2x)
Young Money (3x)
Bricksquad
Young Money Bricksquad
Young Money Bricksquad (5x)
Flocka waka flocka waka aye get
Jumped in the club gudda waka flocka (hey) gudda
Waka flocka (hey) gudda waka flocka (hey) gudda waka flocka
(Hey) for the cash I'll wrap a niggas ass up (bow) run up
In his jim carrey style mask up (bow) we the new wu-tang the
New no limit the new N.W.A. what up snoop and dre. can't forget
Eazy-e ice cubes on my neck fuzzy screaming waka waka bitch I
got that check I don't need to flex but I gotta ball money yoa
ming
Yeah it's that tall what up gudda gudda what's up gudda gudda I
Got rotten apple blood in my veins I reverse a slant route and
from up north to down south no more mean mug at my show throwin
green glow green flag green love suwoo to the p son
Young money nigga I'm a rep till the death
You can see the ym tatted on my neck
All my niggas wild choppas on deck
Stomp a nigga out demand I respect
Me n waka flacka got the hand on the tech
N it's cash on delivery for handin my check
Nigga I don't talk much but when I do bitch pay me
Big money heavy weight you can ask baby
Birdman schooled me wayne told me do me
N stack big paper up no need for loose leaf
My rubberband stacks can't fold into knots
I decapitate the top with two hoes in the drop
I'm countin up the money till my hands get blisters
Told my bitch to come help me we can count it up quicka nigga
Real nigga music they talkin we do's it
Free my nigga weezy n free my nigga gucci
Young money
12.Karma
I told my lawyer to get my back for all the crazy shit I did＊
Yep I'm coming back around, you know I'm not backin down.
I told my lawyer to get my back for all the crazy shit I did,
Yep I'm comin back around, you know I'm not backin down.
AK love that 'ka-ka' sound. so much that my gat out now.
Run up I can't mess up now, many men wanna see me down.
I rob so many niggas, karma came right back around
I jump so many niggas, karma came right back around
I can see myself layin on that ground, blood leakin everywhere
Yeah I was scared, but I ain't have no fear
Better wear ya A-game, cause this year I'm goin hard
Put that shit on his card, I'm pullin all ya'll pussy cards
Shout to that fuck nigga who tried to rob me at the Wal-mart
Run up on his car it'll be a - like mario go kart,
I told my lawyer to get my back for all the crazy shit I did
Broke back and a nigga is, ass they be kissin it
Money I'm not lendin it, cause ya'll never give me shit
I told my lawyer to get my back for all the crazy shit I did,
Yep I'm comin back around, you know I'm not backin down.
AK love that 'ka-ka' sound. so much that my gat out now.
Run up I can't mess up now, many men wanna see me down.
All I know is killas, take off someones head right now
I wanna kill a nigga, for tryin to run from fuckin pain
Cock my shit I'm a bust my pound
That's my dog I'm a die with him
Cock my shit then ride with him
That's just how the west side did him
Slick ass niggas they loves to cross
YG hootie, loves the boss
Try to play me, I'm a wipe you out
Real killer shit what my life about
Shout out to the niggas that I've done got
Me and my team, got this slot
We thuggin and shinin, find me in west side bonkin'
I told my lawyer to get my back for all the crazy shit I did,
Yep I'm comin back around, you know I'm not backin down.
AK love that 'ka-ka' sound. so much that my gat out now.
Run up I can't mess up now, many men wanna see me down.
I told my lawyer to get my back for all the crazy shit I did,
Yep I'm coming back around, you know I'm not backin down.
13.Grove St. Party
作詞：Dankivion Chatman, Lexus Lewis, Juaquin Malphurs
Grove, Grove St., Flocka
I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep popping that's why the bad hoes jockeying
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk
Rolled up a lot, I'm trying to get fucked up
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
I step in the club, rolling on that loud shit
My weed keep your security saying, 'Be quiet'
My breath is starting a riot, the girl's get excited
Hold on, wanna try it, I'm like, why not try it？
My swag they wanna buy it, my juice they wanna try it
Club going stupid when I, 'Oh, let's do it'
Chu ain't gotta chew it, jerking and she moving
Grove St. villain, nigga, who you killing？
Broke two years ago, now I'm worth a million
Jacksons to the ceiling, that's how we balling
You know that I'm rolling, throwing up mean bread
Now I'm 'bout to meet her in the club with a heater
I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep popping that's why the bad hoes jockeying
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk
Rolled up a lot, I'm trying to get fucked up
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
A party ain't a party 'til I walk in it
Lime green flap, match the fitted and the linen
Gucci shades are on my face and my lens kinda tinted
'Cause my eyes real low and my head just started spinning
I'm rolling like a motherfucker , I'm a roll out in this
motherfucker
I'ma Roscoe Dash it, I'ma 'bout to show out in this motherfucker
My jewelry game on frost about to snow out in this motherfucker
Ay Flocka, get them burners, lets pull out in this motherfucker
Ay motherfucker, what the hell is you rocking for？
Run up on me and my squad, no, that shouldn't be an option so
Somebody betta let you know, I suggest that you let it go
This is a Grove St. party, fakers hit the exit door
I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep popping that's why the bad hoes jockeying
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk
Rolled up a lot, I'm trying to get fucked up
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
Rolling on them leaves, you can do the lean
Blowing on that loud purp, pass that Bobby Brown back
The hood got my fucking back, the streets I'm not ducking that
Please step the fuck back, Grove St. yes, we are back
Hood plus I'm a nigga rich, every ghetto feeling this
20 on my right wrist, 30 on my left wrist
100 on my neck iced out for my respect
20 fucking 10, I'ma blow the whole check
In the club flex, after party flex
You know how we ball, all I know is ball
Every dollar in my pocket, I'ma spend it all
When a nigga die they gon' say, 'Shawty raw'
I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep popping that's why the bad hoes jockeying
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk
Rolled up a lot, I'm trying to get fucked up
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
14.Smoke, Drank
A long ride to the west
M.O.B. tatted on my chest
Lord please don't let me rest
Why these niggas wanna stress
Nigger please give me strength
All time …
Why this shit ….
Those man I got to win
I saw .. like a …
Ain't no point with all these …
Bitch I'm from the gro…
Fuck a … joint
Squad that's my home team
Smoke drank
Smoke drank nigger
(repeats)
Middle finger to the face
I'm gonna be tied it on my leg
When niggers wanna see me dead
Act like …
You niggers heard what the fuck I said
Move the service .. make your bet
.. make a nigger… shake no …
Nigger wanna bring you .. with a …
.. in a fridge a lot of niggers talking about …
All the niggers swear like a mother fucking …
I got a …bitch .. I got to pull money from every single bitch
.. in the hood trap on the cheese
I was way on the streets me and my pistol
.. on my dick like a parasite
I make her .. then I smoke and drink all fucking night
Smoke drank
Smoke drank nigger
(repeats)
See I'm gonna smoke until I'm not gonna smoke no more
I'll drink until I can't drink no more
.. money see and watch them roll
Stand up .. until it can't no more
..run with the beat .. it's a lot of him
You can ask .. drink up
Who is this nigger trying to act like me
.. been in here
Been out shut him
..disappear just like magic
Reaper …
I Smoke drank
Smoke drank
(repeats)
15.TTG (Trained To Go)
All my niggas TTG, they Trained To Go Shawty
16.Bang
pow x3
lex
lex we in dis bych throwin gang sign bang
brick x8
bricksquad bricksquad
(talking)
bang x5
we in dis bych throwin gang sign bang
bang x5
we in dis bych throwin gang sign bang
bang x5
we in diz bych throwin gang sing bang
bang x5 (brick x8
we in dis bych throwin gang sign bang (bricksquad bricksquad
bricksquad bricksquad)
17.Bricksquad
I said my necklace - iced out
My left wrist - iced out
Waka flaka, best stay out my lane because I'm thugged out
Niggas gettin drugged out
You know what my clique bout
Hit em with a bottle stomp his mutha fuckin lights out
Hands on deck make a nigga pull a tool out
Ballin this year I ain't gon stop until I wild out
Wild out wild out gudda gudda wild out wild out
Wild out waka flaka wild out young money bricksquad young money
Brick squad
Gudda waka flacka heyyy
For the cash I'll wrap a nigga ass up
Run un up in his house jim carrey style masked up
We the new wu tang the new no limits
The new NWA what's up snoop n dre
Can't forget eazy e ice cubes on my neck
Fuzzy screamin waka waka bitch I got that check
I don't needa flex but I gotta ball
Money yao ming, yes it's that tall
Yo I'm gudda gudda
Whatsup gudda gudda
I got rotten apple blood in my veins
Brick squad
Young money nigga I'm a rep till the death
You can see the ym tatted on my neck
All my niggas wild choppas on deck
Stomp a nigga out demand I respect
Me n waka flacka got the hand on the tech
N it's cash on delivery for handin my check
Nigga I don't talk much but when I do bitch pay me
Big money heavy weight you can ask baby
Birdman schooled me wayne told me do me
N stack big paper up no need for loose leaf
My rubberband stacks can't fold into knots
I decapitate the top with two hoes in the drop
I'm countin up the money till my hands get blisters
Told my bitch to come help me we can count it up quicka nigga
Real nigga music they talkin we do's it
Free my nigga weezy n free my nigga gucci
Young money
Brick squad
18.Fuck The Club Up
im juss thugin in dah club wit my squad bitch we deep if ah
nigha jump stupid den its two thangs hands n feet if i holla
squad up like football bitch we blitzin all hell finna brake
lose dis dah anthem . fuck dah club up x12
19.Homies
A long ride to the west
M.O.B. tatted on my chest
Lord please don't let me rest
Why these niggas wanna stress
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