1.Go Hard
2.What You Reppin'
3.All I Know
Swear to God I won't tell
Swear to God I won't tell
Eating on some chips
Smoking on a blunt
Chilling on da front porch
Gray court pulled up in the front
All I know is smoke weed, run steal and sell dope
Roll dice, get money and gang bang with my folk
Dre capping waka
Hands, guns, and choppas
Never again will I let a fuck try me
45 on my hip, gone check em if they try me
Squiggly lines and ivy closed caskets you dump bastards
From eastside to riverdale fake wheels thunder bells
That's gone keep my pockets swell
Hell yeah I rob and steal
Gucci he gone post da bail
Hand on my d＊ck like f＊＊k jail
Swear to God I won't tell
Swear to God I won't tell
For my click I'm a ride or die
For my click I'm a ride or die
Eating on some chips
Plus I'm smoking on a blunt
Chilling on da front porch
Gray court pulled up in da front
Now I'm grabbin on my pistol
And I'm running with da blunt
They think a nigga scared
I ain't no muf＊＊＊king chump
All I know is smoke weed, run, steal and sell dope
Roll dice, get money, and gang band with my folk
Dre capping waka
Hand, guns and choppas
4.Blunt Music
5.Where Dem Gangstas Be
6.I Am An Illusion
7.I'm Just Livin'
(Flocka)
Down South Gutta Music(Yeah), this how crunk it is(Yeah)
Im just livin life, Shawty im just livin life(Yeah)
Down South Gutta Music(Yeah), this how crunk it is(Yeah)
Im just livin life, Shawty im just livin life(Yeah)
Down South Gutta Music(Yeah), this how crunk it is(Damn Son)
I'm liquored up(Yeah), I'm drunk as fuck(What？)
I'm pulling over, I had enough
I'm feeling her (Yeah), she feeling me (What it do)
I'm living life(Yeah), like a movie(Take off)
Waka a star(What？), shawty freezy(Huh？)
Take a picture(Ok), Say cheese(Hello)
East Side (Eastttt), West Side(Westttt)
South side and North side lets ride
Lets get it poppin(What？), Lets go to work(Flocka)
Every weekend in the club smoking big purp
Now its Sunday nana yelling out boy go to church (Flocka)
I'm so tired I'm like dammit I can't go to church (Nope)
Its Waka Flocka(Flocka), Last name Flame (Yeah)
Blood here (Su Woo), Blood there(Flocka)
Down South Gutta Music(Yeah), this how crunk it is(Yeah)
I'm just living life, Shawty I'm just livin life (x8)
Its 12'o Clock(Yeah), now its show time(Flocka)
OG Gucci said Flocka boy get on your grind(Yeah)
I stopped trapping, now im rapping so its time to shine(Flocka)
I keep sweating now im dizzy boy im finna die
Hoes finna cry cause they want my number
Vacations for the summer, my first ride in a Hummer
I know I had to make it, keep it real and never fake it
Bricksquad clique so stop all that playa hating
Get the guap, chew the guap, digest the guap
Run up in yo house with a mask and Glock
Disrespect the clique he gon die this year
Gucci Mane La Flare A.K.A tha polar bear
Frenchie flow retarded all that nigga get is stares
Wooh Da Kid he gon shoot you like a deer
Young Juiceman busting bricks all year
Waka Flocka Flame got the hood like
Flocka Flocka Flocka Waka Waka Waka Waka Yeah
Im just livin life shawty, im just livin life(Yeah)
Im just livin life shawty, im just livin life
8.It's Me
9.Brand New
10.Rookie Of The Year (Interlude)
11.Wheew!
12.Same Shit
Chorus：
You tryna rob？ nigga i be on the same shit
You tryna jook？ nigga i be on the same shit
You in the hood？ nigga I be on the same shit
Oh thats your girl？ Might catch me with the same bitch
You tryna rob？ nigga i be on the same shit
You tryna jook？ nigga i be on the same shit
He on the same shit, she on the same shit
I claim the same clique
Brick fuckin Squad biitch
Same coat from yesterday
Still fly from yesterday
Get high, we still high from yesterday
Give a fuck what ya'll niggas say
Same ol' extended K
Same nigga robbed ya baby momma on mothas day
Me and Waka bust the same time with the same Hoe
Oh thats ya girl？ My bad shawty i aint know (oops)
You cuffin that cat？ (that hoe？) that bitch an alley rat (a
smut)
he hit it from the front (bow-bow), I hit it from the back
(skirrrr)
I skeeted on the same pillow ya lay ya head at
The same place you and your girl go to bed at (that bitch nasty)
She want a suga-daddy, the way that you did it
I told her silly rabbit, trickin fo' the kids
Chorus：
You tryna rob？ nigga i be on the same shit
You tryna jook？ nigga i be on the same shit
You in the hood？ nigga I be on the same shit
Oh thats your girl？ Might catch me with the same bitch
You tryna rob？ nigga i be on the same shit
You tryna jook？ nigga i be on the same shit
He on the same shit, she on the same shit
I claim the same clique
Brick fuckin Squad biitch
They say they lookin fo' a hood-ass down south nigga (Flocka!)
I said why not call a Waka Flocka Flame nigga？
Earrings chains and rings nigga (bling!)
Emmit got me iced out, Gucci got me ballin out
The studio in my Traphouse (swoosh!)
Smoke good weed, rollin off a half of pill
They goin' say a nigga ballin cuz i signed a record deal
Your main bitch keep on callin cuz she love the way my dick feel
(3 thangs) Drill her, Kill her, but never will I eat her
Ay, why not fuck wit 'em？
Ice on the neck got niggas like get 'em!
Reach for my chain？ Shawty fuck it, might kill him
One mixtape now the whole world feel him
Shawty sell bricks, we on the same shit
Shawty flip pounds, we on the same shit
Shawty got beads, we on the same shit
Smoke about an ounce when we on the same shitt
Chorus：
You tryna rob？ nigga i be on the same shit
You tryna jook？ nigga i be on the same shit
You in the hood？ nigga I be on the same shit
Oh thats your girl？ Might catch me with the same bitch
You tryna rob？ nigga i be on the same shit
You tryna jook？ nigga i be on the same shit
He on the same shit, she on the same shit
I claim the same clique
Brick fuckin Squad biitch
Im in the hood doggg
Im the plug cuzzz
Before i rappin, i was trappin with them stupid drugs
With the pills and coke, i also had the bud
Sucka nigga tried, left him in the mud
Now what it do cuzzz？ I got stupid rank
Just ask yo' bitch about me, young Juiceman he the bank
Im on that same thang, I need a half a tank
And thats that gas dogg？ Damn that shit stank!
Guacamole world, Pockets lookin like a bank
Brick squaaad!! Rollin like a tank
Wanna rob Juice？ well i just sit tight
Real dirtbag, make yo ship sank!
Chorus：
You tryna rob？ nigga i be on the same shit
You tryna jook？ nigga i be on the same shit
You in the hood？ nigga I be on the same shit
Oh thats your girl？ Might catch me with the same bitch
You tryna rob？ nigga i be on the same shit
You tryna jook？ nigga i be on the same shit
He on the same shit, she on the same shit
I claim the same clique
Brick fuckin Squad biitch
13.Down Ass Gril (Part 2)
Oooooooooooo waka flockaa
Are you ready
Cause I'm ready
Yeaaa yeaaaaaeaaeaaa
Uhhhhhhuhhhhhhhh
Boy I can see dat your ready
When you grab my hips and hold me steady
It's plain to see, I'm a put it on dis boy like a g
Well take me to the room, and take off my clothes
No need to ask no questions, cause anything goes
Lay me on the bed and give it to me smooth
Man dis pleasure stimulate my mind, body and soul
Yes dat is my down ass chick
She ain't gotta work no mo
Rent free, bill free, school tuition is on me
Traphouse runnin so hard you would think that shit is on e
Pills I work deals I'm worth a mills thanks to my lady
I'm certified with dem babies
Shawty park a highway crazy
Wen she touchdown when she get back
I'm a take ha out I'm a take ha shoppin
I'm a give ha dis I'm a give ha dat
Jaguar Nascar Hotcar yes!
Gucci bag Loui bag Fendi bag Yes!
Deserve so fresh deserve so fresh (lady Flocka)
Boy I can see dat your ready
When you grab my hips and hold me steady
It's plain to see, I'm a put it on dis boy like a g
Well take me to the room, and take off my clothes
No need to ask no questions, cause anything goes
Lay me on the bed and give it to me smooth
Man dis pleasure stimulate my mind, body and soul
Shawty I love the way you hug me
Love the way you kiss me (shay shay)
Love the way you rub me(shay shay)
Even love the way you fuck me
{Muah} blow one back at me
{Muah} thank you baby
You my trap girl
You my down chick
You my bad bitch
Call her Ms Flocka
I'm the doctor she's my Patient
Let's get it poppin on a vacation
Private Jet baby any location
You go trickin I go treatin
You go trickin I go treatin
Me and Ms Flocka do dis shit every weekend
Me and Ms Floack do dis shit every weekend
ME AND MS FLOCKA DO DIS SHIT EVERY WEEKEND
Boy I can see dat your ready
When you grab my hips and hold me steady
It's plain to see, I'm a put it on dis boy like a g
Well take me to the room, and take off my clothes
No need to ask no questions, cause anything goes
Lay me on the bed and give it to me smooth
Man dis pleasure stimulate my mind, body and soul
Boy I can see dat your ready
When you grab my hips and hold me steady
It's plain to see, I'm a put it on dis boy like a g
Well take me to the room, and take off my clothes
No need to ask no questions, cause anything goes
Lay me on the bed and give it to me smooth
Man dis pleasure stimulate my mind, body and soul
14.Street Nigga
15.Let's Go
16.They Be Choosin'
GUCCI MANE- Chorus：x6(damn this must be a Tay beat) these girls
they be choosing diamonds be so sparkly they think my chain was
moving Verse 1：Just Rich Gates No id who the hell is that？？ them
chicks pointing that its me me who Just Rich fresh up in a ralph
lauren hat ATL,South Cakk holla back we on the map this for the
fly boys,d boys hit the club then hit the trap i'm rocking polo
your rocking gap i'm smoking kush your smoking bap HA
HAAAAAAA!!!!! your a lame lamb you look shock i'm throwing
stacks like i don't give a Jean Claude Van Damn why？？？ cuzzz bo
i'm paid in full like Ricco opps I met Alpo my chain and my ring
yea it got that mec glow lights off i'm shining like the po po
them chicks on my joc they love my aura swagg cowabunga on you
h＊＊＊ i'm so rad i'm so radd HA!!!! Chorus：Gucci Mane these girls
they be choosing diamond be so sparkly they think! my chain was
moving Verse 2：Waka Flocka Flames Flocka!! you catch me in the
club drinking bubbly two stepping with Lauren London or too deep
in Vip Flocka and Alicia Keys popping bottles smoking kush or
hanging on the block with gz re rocking wit them keys Flocka!!!
and 09 is our year with the So Icey fam (pause) hold on homie
show me homie please stop all that fussing homie rob homie sorry
homie not Waka Flocka homie sucking tities like a baby Waka
Flocka you so crazy know my mottle f＊＊＊ you pay me 4 deakin
rings on like its the 80s one night that b＊＊＊ love the
excitement 45 with me thats my hype man i'm foured up screwed up
thats my right hand rolling another bean shawty can't stop
biting my neck piece raining its like lighting Waka Flocka Fenna
call that sh＊＊ frighting Waka Flocka Flame say I'm high like the
Jetson roll another pill i'm not flexing Chorus：Gucci Mane these
girls they be choosing diamond be so sparkly they think my chain
was moving Verse 3：G.E. GE, JCE, ! campainge whoah man goons
gooning out going Conan 803 this S.C! . JCE 15 South what I'm
bout shut your mouth shut it up or we gonna shut it down I'm the
one I'm a show em how its done got ice like a blizzard lick that
pussie like a lizard she ouuuingg she choosing look!! I don't
want that h＊＊＊ I want a dime piece looking like a Ashanti
diamond look like what the coast is cleeaarr!!!! shine like car
head lights yall looking like a deeerrrr my flow stupid say I'm
dumbing out keep it bengie we so rad aura up aura up in the club
feeling like a spaceship on the moon on some spaceship call me
Mr. Spacely Sprockets bout to blast off like a rocket
automaaattiiccc we so glatttiiccc
17.Kebo Gotti (Interlude)
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