Waka Flocka Flame

[fox69]

"J Well"

"J Well"


[Hook:]
I said I'm balling like I'm J. Well
I said I'm balling like I'm J. Well
Bitch I'm balling like I'm J. Well
I'm a get money nigga, it ain't hard to tell
I said I'm balling like I'm J. Well
Bitch I'm balling like I'm J. Well
Bitch I'm balling like I'm J. Well
I'm a get money nigga, it ain't hard to tell

[Verse 1:]
I'm from River-River-Riverdale
This the land of the lost, welcome to hell
Middle finger cops, fuck jail
I'm shooting back nigga, it ain't hard to tell
What the fuck you trying to sell youngin?
I got weed, I got molly's and them nigga's gunnin'
Disrespect the Squad, you know the youngin's comin'
Twenty grand flat, then the gon' check in
No disrespecting
Finger fuck Nina, watch her have an erection
President of clay county nigga, death till my coming
Holding all elections

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Waka Flocka in this mother fucker
Fuck your baby sister and your baby mother
I'm a get money young nigga
Factories on the Phantom Ghost, no rims nigga
Diamonds in my mouth, no golds nigga
Under pressure, I won't fold nigga
OK, that's what they want
Bust a couple of bottles, roll a couple blunts
OK, that's what they want
Hit the club in the parking lot, I live to stunt
I'm balling like I'm J. Well
Finesse her for a brick, serve a gummy bear

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
He said he looking for the just milf
Call my nigga diego, tell him bring 10 hoes
My boys they go crazy, no ballsaw
Just park the fucking molly by the blastout
3 shows for 1 do's that's a slamdunk
Hit the club, make the frat boys fist bump
Snap back's and Ray Ban's, courtesy of Slim Dunk'
All I know is keep it real, my money running up, Flocka

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Jewelry Game"

"Jewelry Game"


[Hook:]
My wrist, my watch, my chain
My wrist, my watch, my chain
My wrist, my watch, my chain
My wrist, my watch, my chain
Jewelry game, murder
Jewelry game, murder
Jewelry game, murder
Murder, murder
Jewelry game, murder
Jewelry game, murder
Jewelry game, murder
Murder, murder

[Verse 1:]
Pull up, let the window down
Pull up on [?] like Boyz n da Hood
You playing turn your ass into Ricky
Cook juug, cook juug, work the kitchen
Got a young nigga, trigger finger itching
Half of ya'll niggas snitching
Rest of ya'll fuck niggas bitching
Got the game fucked up, now it's glitching
Still walk around town, talk missing
Ya'll ain't never seen a chicken
Ya'll ain't never post bail
Bitch ass tell em before you see jail
I'm a Clayton County nigga, in that Phantom
We don't like you, when we see you
Lil Shawty, that's your ass
See me chain, half a milli, all platinum, like my [?]
At my concert throwing gang signs, niggas going fast
Jewelry game murder
You want it, we gonna serve ya
[?], booling blowing purple

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
All yellow Vette around like a Pikachu
Wore a million worth of jewelry to a interview
Oh you mad cause them hoes ain't into you?
Or you mad cause them hoes don't remember you?
Bunch of wet niggas, you should've bought a swimming suit
So much money, squeeze em ducks, can't swim through
White car, red top, that's the Bentley coupe
Shooters on deck, that's the gym crew
Big ass chopper shoot two-two-threes
Wrap 'em by the door, what you selling, weed
Why you can't tell a bird, say your price ain't cheap
Hoxton Jeans on my legs, Timberlands on my feet
See this ice, cost your life
If you reach, lose your life
Now move, I got stripes
I'm a big homie, real right
You cross me, good night
All this ice on my neck, no injury
Keep it one hundred like a century
You broke, nigga, no sympathy
Niggas Rollie face in the industry
It'll blow your mind like Kennedy
My watch face color [?]
My money long, no limit, g
I'm in the jewelry store, flexing
Rocking names you've never heard of
Hit a J, for my chain, flooded
Now it's murder

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Judge For You"

"Judge For You"



They tell you to be yourself and when you do, they judge you
They tell you to be yourself and when you do, they judge you

They tell you to be yourself and when you do, they judge you
Tryina push my niggas through this industry
All this shit we going through, put my nieces, nephews and my lil' cousins through school
Sound, scanned checks coming in my future plan through
They judging me of interviews, never of the good shit
Always pinpointing bad shit, fucking critics, hate 'em
Criticizing all the niggas life, get your own life
Why every time I turn my back a friend grab a knife?
Damn these draws talented, telling me I need some more
Till a nigga OD shaking now I'm on the phone
Thinking about my past life and all the crazy shit I did
Devil and Jesus Christ can't go on, do this right

Don't never let 'em get the best of you, best of you
Don't never let 'em get the best of you
Don't never let 'em get the best of you, best of you
Don't never let 'em get the best of you

They tell you to be yourself and when you do, they judge you
They tell you to be yourself and when you do, they judge you

They tell you to be yourself and when you do, they judge you
Words can't alter my ego so bulletproof
Hard in da Paint went double platinum
No Hands went triple platinum
Damn, I do a number, dog, calling me ranker
Treat it like a hood club, standing on a bar top, 30K for a walk in
I say this is life, I remember I couldn't have 30 dollars in my pocket, shit
Robbing for some small change, tryina make a big name
In a small town, Riverdale we in this bitch, man
Only God could judge me
Fuck what another person gotta say about me, I'm stress free

Don't never let 'em get the best of you, best of you
Don't never let 'em get the best of you
Don't never let 'em get the best of you, best of you
Don't never let 'em get the best of you

They tell you to be yourself and when you do, they judge you
They tell you to be yourself and when you do, they judge you

You see me, man, I started from the motherfucking bottom
Man, I already knew, only thing I was looking was the top
See, I lost 80% of my friends around me, man
Damn near lost my life, you know
RIP my nigga gunned down, man, ain't shit gonna stop me, my nigga

 

[fox69]

"Just A Sample"
(feat. Adrian Marcel)

"Just A Sample"
(feat. Adrian Marcel)



[Intro:]
Yo Flocka
What these niggas doin?
See this just a sample man
We was gonna get back together
(don’t take back the song no matter how you judge this)
DuFlocka Rant: Half-Time Show
I’m in lyric school right now
It’s just the Half-Time Show
Sit back, relax
We ridin right now
MTG
Broken Era
That’s another man, you know it
Brick Squad Monopoly nigga
Waka, let’s go

I started from the bottom on my way up
Lotta niggas acting like they really fucking tough
But I know they ain't 'bout that life, they earning them stripes
Boy, that's just their height, get up all their white
I don't really think he really 'bout what he saying, what he talkin' about
Grady got me Riverdale, I really made my name, bro
Never fucking changed, bro
This one for my niggas in the chain, get throwing sets, though
GROBE, I'm so OG they know it's me
300 K running down your street, I walk, I talk, I ain't pounding
All these bad bitches around me, sold out shows all across the globe
When I'm MB more or DC, all my music just go, go
So many bitches sliding down the pole with no clothes, 'about to doze off
I mean stadium, eating fast our mills, you 200 I'm 2 mil
Keep it 200 I'm too ill
Nigga save the pot at midnight, this is just a sample for niggas who live that
The time they always show me love 'cause I have that
‘Cause I’m too real, I’m too real
Too real, too real

[Outro:]
Ayo Waka
MTG
Yo Flocka
This shit just different man
We cruising right now
MTG nigga

 

[fox69]

"Karma"
(feat. YG Hootie & Popa Smurf)

"Karma"
(feat. YG Hootie & Popa Smurf)



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.
[x2]

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.
[x2]

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 yall 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 yall 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.
[x2]

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 Imma bust my pound
That's my dog Imma die with him
Cock my shit then ride wit 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, Imma 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.

 

[fox69]

"Knowledge God"
(feat. Macon Hamilton)

"Knowledge God"
(feat. Macon Hamilton)



[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit?
Lets get this money son, now you wanna smoke shit
Chill God, yo, the son don't chill Allah
What's todays mathematics, son? Knowledge god

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka]
My flow, why ya girl the controllin' type
I pull a plan to get her now
All my niggas eating, shooting at hatas
Police bob an weave 'em
If you ain't on this side
Shit I hate it for 'em
Wouldn't wanna Be them barrel breathing
Beat em like Ali
[?] Rotation and scholar
So that's chosen glasgow
Came a long way from that glass bowl
Asshole, big diamond rings on my pinky
Like I won the superbowl
O my flow is on another level
Backhanded devil
Then I Picked up a shovel
Insane in the membrane is what the doctor labled me
Get knocked off like the Kennedy's
At the top eventually
You be sittin' mothafucka
Never been a runna' or a ducka'
Sucka, not me
Brick Squad Monopoly
Handguns shotguns choppas copy
When you cross the line manslaughter no apologies
Shouldn't catch the beastly
Why they wanna start with me
An army was behind me
Physically or psychologically
I ain't rapping fuck that I just air out the beats
I ain't rapping fuck that I just air out the beats

{Verse 2: Macon Hamilton}
Uhh I appreciate the fame
Lames riding my lane sneak dissin Boosie mang
Better pay attention or [?] to pay your tuituion
Disrespect me for the gain and can't tell like rain
6 4 nintendo I don't play no games
No face be facing me I'm razor rogain
I can make a new dude older for the low man sane

 

[fox69]

"Lambo Dis Summer"
(feat. Southside)

"Lambo Dis Summer"
(feat. Southside)



[Hook]
My trap going ham, my trap doing numbers
My niggas going ham, my niggas doing numbers
Man I'm going ham, man I'm doing numbers
I'm tryna buy a Lamborghini this summer [x5]

[Verse 1: Southside]
Whip the work harder, I'm a make it bump
I got that stanky pack, shawty yeah that straight funk
Stupid loud pack, I let it holla out
No this ain't a closing service but it still shout
My trap boomed out, that's my boom house
My spot getting hot, it's time to move out
I mean my whip stupid, but I want something dumber
I want the Lambo, but I'm a buy slug the hummer
Bitch I got that check, so what the [?] model
One thing about it baby girl don't miss the lotto
Triple striped swag, yeah I rock Adidas
Please don't take me for a college boy, I keep the heater

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka]
Young niggas this (What), young nigga that (Flocka!)
Southside and Waka Flocka bringing young niggas back
Drop top Lambo wheel, man I'm a be the shit
Check out my necklace, that shit look ridiculous
Moving pounds and shit, got this young niggas rich
Yellow diamonds, excuse my earrings, this that [?] shit
We on that blood shit, this that young nigga clique
Down south gutta music, shawty that's the fucking movement
To them niggas rocking Polo, get that man off your chest
I be stunting, I be flexing with them butterflies
Now she choosing me
Now she, now she choosing me
I'm a real top dog, getting reels of that money

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Let Dem Guns Blam"
(feat. Meek Mill)

"Let Dem Guns Blam"
(feat. Meek Mill)



[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Fuck 'em, fuck!
I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear that fuck shit
Came to the club, yeah, I'm on that fuck shit!
Let 'em things blam, let 'em things blam
Let 'em things blam, let 'em things blam
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on fuck shit
Let 'em things blam, let 'em things blam
My chopper filled up, let 'em things blam
My hangers got extendos, let 'em things blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of young niggas
Ain't no OGs, just some young niggas!
Gangbangin, Sellin weed
Shootouts, and some ecstasy!
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, most have lost their mind
Whole clique strapped up fuck one time.
Above the law hey my nigga, I'm on my grind
Afraid of the dark, so I forced to shine.
Let em guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I might go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the summer of sound

[Chorus:]
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best friend.
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
To turnt up on my block
Middle finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my heart stop
That KO make your body rock.

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Won't stop 'till I see a body drop
Fuck round get mollywopped
Leave my shawty off the top
I'm about a check
My young niggas love to flex
Strapped up with that tech
Want beef, no talking, shawty that's a bet
Live with no regret, [?]
When your friends try throw up your set
A nigga want me dead, got a check on my head got but I got too much too much respect.
Pride, dignity! while you're hating on me I'm making history
Waka goin broke boy shitting me
Throw money on a bitch, ain't shit to me!
Let them guns blam, let them guns blam
This a 44 bulldog it can not jam

[Chorus:]
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best friend.
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
To turnt up on my block
Middle finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my heart stop
That KO make your body rock.

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies turn friends
Ain't no talking about no pills nigga, we sliding round with extends
I'm ridin round in this Benz
50 rounds in this mac
I put a price on your head and they gone lay you down for dem racks
Ya'll niggas ain't toting no straps
Ya'll niggas don't want no war
Ya'll niggas don't want my goons
Came around by your front door.
But that hot shit, cause you pop shit
Runnin round like you got shit
Had my niggas all in your crib
You runnin round like you got bricks
Most niggas die cause they switch sides
And do dumb shit when they get high
Cross me, it won't get by
Try to play it cool, and you'll get fried.
All the real niggas on this side
Niggas shoot like Dirk do
Every nigga that's around me get real money and dirt too

[Chorus:]
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best friend.
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
To turnt up on my block
Middle finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my heart stop
That KO make your body rock.

 

[fox69]

"Lights (Freestyle)"

"Lights (Freestyle)"


My flow will have your girl a controlling type, put a plan to get her
Now all my niggas eating shooting at haters, police
Bop and weaving if you ain't on this side
Shit I [?] wouldn't want to be
Beat them like Ali, [?] in Scotland
Sold out shows in Glasgow, came a long way from the glass bowl
Ass hole big diamond rings on my pinky like I won the Super Bowl
My flow is on another level backhand the devil
Then I picked up the shovel
Insane in the membrane is what the doctor labeled me
Get knocked off like the Kennedies
At the top eventually, you'll be sitting motherfucker
Never been a runner or a ducker
Sucker not me, Brick Squad Monopoly
Handguns shotguns choppers [?]
When you cross the line man slaughter no apology

 

[fox69]

"Little Hood"

"Little Hood"


[Verse 1 - Waka Flocka Flame:]
I love the way she smile and how she look at me
Best feeling in the world is when my girl happy
Classy but, she got a little hood in her
Caught me doin' wrong things still stuck with me
Giuseppe on her feet, my girl exotic (you know)
The feeling that she feel she won't hide it (you know)
Don't think just cause she cute that she ain't 'bout it
This pistol that's beside me when I ride it, she provide it
Ain't no [?] I could tell that she, got a little hood in her
She never lied always trill kept it real with me
Shit hit the fence, she jumpin' in the field with me (you know)
She got a group, I got a photo, two twin Bentleys

[Hook - Rico Love:]
Red Bottoms on, she got a little hood in her
Keep the nails done, but she got a little hood in her
Heard she from the slums, but she got a little hood in her
Baby come on, she got a little hood in her
She so fine, she got a little hood in her
That girls mine, got a little hood in her
Lights on, but she got a little hood in her
[?], got a little hood in her

[Verse 2 - Waka Flocka Flame:]
Look like a make up artist touch the face when shawty woke up
She define a cover girl, she deserve a poster
Perfect [?], with a glass of Mimosa
Let me show you, different things I could bring to your life
Diamond rings I reality them dreams
That you had as a child, girl you with the money team
Let me take you up to Queen girl, lay you on this king
Bet your flyer than a winter, 8 more hours 'till the spring

[Hook - Rico Love]

[Bridge x2 - Rico Love:]
Uh, baby [?] we can sex on sight
Baby we can get it on

[Hook - Rico Love]