Waka Flocka Flame

[fox69]

"Live By The Gun"
(feat. RA Diggs, Uncle Murda)

"Live By The Gun"
(feat. RA Diggs, Uncle Murda)



[Chorus:]
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun [x3]
A nigga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin back!
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun [x3]
A nigga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin back!

[Verse 1:]
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!
Number 1 video BET, MTV so Sucker Free you ? you a TV,
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?

[Chorus:]
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun [x3]
A nigga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin back!
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun [x3]
A nigga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin back!

[Verse 2:]
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 MURDURIOUS MAD DAWG that's the acronym MMB frunt on me an 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 an I make the whole country shocka kuz I'm a real gun doctor!

[Chorus:]
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun [x3]
A nigga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin back!
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun [x3]
A nigga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin back!

 

[fox69]

"Lock N Load"

"Lock N Load"


[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
My little nigga trapped out
All he wanna do is rob and hit licks, uh
He like bruh, I don't rap, I don't got no features
I don't get paid for no downloads
Nigga's gotta lay it down, lock n' load
Nigga's gotta lay it down, lock n' load
Nigga's gotta lay it down, lock n' load
Nigga's gotta lay it down, down, uh

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Thugged out, trapped out, playing with a check
Waka Flocka Flame, I die for my respect
They inky and they skitzo', they gon' die for their set
Bricksquad Monopoly, send them goonie's at your neck
Put your dick in the dirt, put a whole in your head
I ride on your pussy ass even if your flag red
Lay it down, lay it down, put that forty in your face
Lay it down, lay it down, put that four-four in your face
Niggas cut around my way, taking those silicons cause round my way
Selling pills, molly's and yay', you a free-be you can die any day
If I say go and get em', got them bands on his head
My young nigga, they gon' get him, golden rule done turned red, squad

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rich Chris]
Rich Chris, ain't nothing but the hood say
Get your school shot off for an ounce of caine'
Get your whole head bust' for wearing a diamond ring
Young nigga's don't give a fuck, they like taking things
I'm the young boss that you don't wanna tick off
Have them youngin's jump on you like Kriss Kross
Have you leaving out the club, looking pitiful
Cause you done get your ass drawn out them Louie shoes
My young nigga said there be no hits of gold
We don't give a fuck no more, we raping hoes
They say you got them bricks and you on the map
My youngest kick your door in, and chase you out

[Hook]

[Verse 3:?]
All I wanna do is trap, I'm trying to bring that money back
Waka he be kicking doors, cartels, supplying the trap
Welcome to me casa, that's what it says on my doormat
Ring the doorbell, if you wanna see them packs
Partner in the kitchen, got a partner in the back
My partner's down to bust shit, so tell me what you wanna do
Trying to bag the work up, but you can get bagged up too
I know you a bitch, I see right through you
I keep a burner every time I come through
My circle filled with plugs, that's just what bosses do
Pockets on racks and my diamonds on igloo
You do what you can, but I do what I wanna do

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Lottery"

"Lottery"


[Hook:]
I ain't ever been a pussy nigga
Say it to my face if you ain't pussy nigga
Got a hundred niggas, thats a hundred triggers
And if you ain't a hundred we ain't fucking with you
Playing with your life, now thats a gamble
Nah there ain't a problem we can't handle
A nigga rob me, he hit the lottery
I just broke the bank, I hit the lottery
Lottery
Lottery
A nigga rob me, he hit the lottery
Lottery
Lottery
I just broke the bank, I hit the lottery

Pussy nigga, you a walking lick [2x]
Pussy nigga talking like he want these problems
Before I had a mil I was a fucking robber
Hit em' with that chopper
That money, that chain, that watch, boy I need it out you
Bitch I'm good in every hood I don't need no vaucher
You could be from here to Ankerm, bet those shooters find you

[Hook]

Shout out to my shooters, 21 gun salute
They gon' murk a pussy nigga if I tell them shoot
Real street nigga don't need no hood pass [2x]
Shout out to them robbers and them home invaders
Shout out to them D-Boys ducking home invasions
Real street nigga don't need no hood pass
Real street nigga fuck a hood pass

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Love Me No More"

"Love Me No More"


They love you when you up but they hate you when you broke nigga
Where the fuck was you when I was sleeping on the floor nigga
Back in '09 put the game in a choke nigga
Real shit and rappers took notes nigga
Time to kill this [?] rap shit I ain't no joke nigga
They like where you been in the booth cooking coke nigga
Came back crack I just hit it with a fork nigga
Y'all must've forgot that I'm still a New York nigga, squad
I done changed the whole fucking sound of rap
All of these other nigga just a bunch of copy cats
Shout out to Khaled for making this hot song
But now that I got on it it's going right in the body bag
Niggas ain't gangsta most these niggas feminine
Fronting like they hard but we knowing that they impotent
What you trying to sell nigga I don't buy that [?] shit
Every thing a lie nothing real in their sentences
I got real niggas in the jail serving sentences
Bitches want to know what's going on I always send them pics
Always answer all their calls they just want to reminisce
And talk about the feeling the first time a Rollie hit my wrist
Before the deals moving weight like fitness
But feel in love with rap money cause it made a nigga rich
First they love you then they don't, why you hurting nigga flip
But when you on they want to come around and reap the benefits
They ain't believe in me they said I wouldn't hit I'll miss
Look at me now I got a middle of December wrist
How you haters feel now bet you didn't picture this
Shopping sprees every day no reason for a Christmas list
[?] got me started now I got to finish it
It's mines cause I bought these niggas just renting shit
These niggas just talking, me I'm really living it
We used to eat Ramen now it's steaks for the dinner dish
Pull up in that ghost like everyday is Halloween
These nigga jealous just like the Celtics all these niggas green
Thank God for the blessings and the real ones in my team
Balling like the Spurs in the finals trying to get a ring
Nigga you don't want no problems unless you a mathematician
I suggest you don't bother, try me if you want to
You get boped like a [?]
My aim is on track like a martyr
Real rap bang sayonara
Speak with my actions I ain't ever been a talker
Never on the bench since a youngin was a starter
Blood gang real write nigga I'm an author
Really with the shits like Nino and the Carter
Squad
Who these niggas sleeping on not me I ain't no mattress
Damn, [?] you was an actress
Forever counting money I got a money habit
Still the same nigga only thing that changed was my address

 

[fox69]

"Lurkin'"
(feat. Plies)

"Lurkin'"
(feat. Plies)



[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame & Joshua "Southside" Luellen]
Waka Flocka
In the train to after life
Higher than a motherfucker
Partying with Jesus Christ
Hold on trap
Hold on trap
Try TM shit one more time
Please my nigga
Squad
Hey
Fuck all the nigga man
Nigga off the city
Nigga over there throwing show
Nigga ain't givin' money
You nigga talking crazy
Fuck wrong with you nigga (808 Mafia)

[Chorus]
Lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
Nigga we lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
Squad

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Hide dogs on first sight
If you ain't gonna run that top it nigga
Hands off of Flocka nigga
Hide dogs at first sight
If you ain't gonna run that top it nigga
Hands off of Flocka nigga
Want to flop his ass out
Shout it with that mouth about
While y'all nigga' bring the bitch about
Ain't a nigga' that bend that hard
I doubt that, they ain't shot nobody
And you ain't shoot back
Ain't my nigga' with a hardhead
Two penny, flat back
With an f' in your click clack
That's the sound of us lurkin'
Outside of your trailer
Outside of your peeps house
Outside of your momma house
Outside of the club
Chillin' at your concert
Shootin' 'til my fingers hurt
Waka Flame

[Chorus]
Lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
Nigga we lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
Squad

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Next rapper disrespect me
Imma knock 'em out
Pull off at his concert
And join that knowin' with that mouth about
Nigga ,short temper like I'm JJ
Clinking like a hottub
Got hairs like a wolf
With silk on beat
With you know who
Hope your boy down the ride nigga'
All my niggas gonna ride nigga
Can't wait 'til the day we goin' live nigga
I advise niggas not to fuck wit me
Better all fucking with me
My fingers stay sticky
Don't leave no money around me
Welcome to, Clayton county
Say you will toral
Say I'll fight it to the demon
I follow the nigga sway
You can call in my singer
Look at my skit
My nigga be playing
Chillin, waiting for the drop
They gonna know this shit real
When I lick off the shot
Man but a dry school,my flesh hot
Hundred round clip in the AR15
Bet it wake up yo whole block
Waka Flocka motherfucker

[Chorus]
Lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
Nigga we lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
Lurk,lurk,lurk
Squad

[Verse 3 : Plies]
Yo I did it J
Pussy I drove up on the street
Guess at least I'll work in ackle
This bitch sure got alot of kin
Do what I need y'all nigga to do
Ask me 'bout another bitch
Ask me 'bout a body
Some illegal shit
I plead the fifth
250 round, pussy
That's that our kind of shit
Ride right in a river car
With the zone on I tip they shit
Stop hiding, duckin' and dodging nigga
Let's go get it over with
For air shots, closed cast
I give my all nigga,bonus here
Motherfucker I.R.
I'm tryin' to end you permanently
Y'all niggas wanna talk it out
But me and my niggas want to burn your bits
We lurkin'
Everybody got sticks on them
Lurkin'
We lurkin' nigga all the time we want it

[Chorus]
Lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
Nigga we lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
Squad
Squad
Squad
Squad
Squad
Squad
Squad

 

[fox69]

"Luv Da Gun Sound"

"Luv Da Gun Sound"


[Hook:]
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
[x2:] Luh dat gun sound, luh dat, luh dat gun sound

Waka Flocka Flame or just murdaman FLOCKA!

[Verse 1:]
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!

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
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

 

[fox69]

"Luv The Gun Sound"

"Luv The Gun Sound"


[Hook:]
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
[x2:] Luh dat gun sound, luh dat, luh dat gun sound

Waka Flocka Flame or just murdaman FLOCKA!

[Verse 1:]
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!

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
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

 

[fox69]

"Money Pile"
(feat. Gucci Mane, Yo Gotti & D Dash)

"Money Pile"
(feat. Gucci Mane, Yo Gotti & D Dash)



[Hook:]
Make that money pile, bitch, make that money pile, hoe [x4]
I've been all across the globe seen a lot of hoes,
And you say you different show me, show me somethin I ain't never seen before
Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it girl
Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it girl

[Verse 1:]
All the hard and fallies trippin, tweeking off lollies
Sippin lean with polly rolling up bob marley
Exotic dancers around me, pussy so wet it might drown me
Lame niggas wanna down me, real niggas don't ground me
South side Clay county, swear to God they made me
Real nigga 80's baby, diamond school like the AC,
She gonna fuck no maybe, make a bad bitch go crazy,
Lately everywhere I went I'm throwin money
Flexing, never seen a Versace, all I know is ball shawty
Drop that ass baby, let me see you bust it
If I spend a lot of cash, would you let a nigga touch it
Her ass fat and she know it, these 30 bands I'm a throw it

[Hook:]
Make that money pile, bitch, make that money pile, hoe [x4]
I've been all across the globe seen a lot of hoes,
And you say you different show me, show me somethin I ain't never seen before
Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it girl
Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it girl
Been all across the globe seen a lot of hoes,
And you say you different show me, show me somethin I ain't never seen before
Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it girl
Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it girl

[Verse 2:]
It's a drought and these streets and I gotta hella plug
It's a half of brick mill moment and I'm in the club
Ride my rim so big and I'm in the what the fuck
I keep throwin the money and they keep piling up up
Going hard and boa, hundred band nigga we don't play
Camouflage no paparazzi, all night nigga like a fuckin na
She a bad bitch chick she can stay cocky, I'm a real nigga I'm a stay poppin
Magic city run this, nigga I gotta flow nigga gun sloppin
So many warns they sleepin up, you got it bad we gonna pick you up
Bands nigga bands make, bands make that bitch fuck
My bag look my sack right never knew a nigga acting right
Her home alone she'll play bone, no panthoe for ass right

[Hook:]
Make that money pile, bitch, make that money pile, hoe [x4]
I've been all across the globe seen a lot of hoes,
And you say you different show me, show me somethin I ain't never seen before
Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it girl
Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it girl

[Verse 3:]
I've been all around the country and the hoe go mother Sunday
I'm in anish boy they fronted told the wild this beg for money
She loves this but this she does it
I'm honestly so decided, pretty as Pocahontas
I met her and then we humped, feel so flawless
Can't call my monsters I roll with monsters
Don't guide no tosses,
I swear she eat you like Jefrey Douglas, like Jessy Jackson
I had the struggle, life is a hustle I had to juggle
Like Jessy Juggle I have the muscle and use a line
You have a caffin respect the game I had the bossom,
I'm a have the paper you have the trouble
You need a favor, you need some paper I'll make you rain
I leave it pour

[Hook:]
Make that money pile, bitch, make that money pile, hoe [x4]
I've been all across the globe seen a lot of hoes,
And you say you different show me, show me somethin I ain't never seen before
Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it girl
Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it girl

 

[fox69]

"Move That Dope"

"Move That Dope"


[Hook:]
Bricksquad move that dope, Bricksquad move that dope
Ey move that dope, ey move that dope
Bricksquad move that dope, Bricksquad move that dope
Bricksquad move that dope, ey move that dope
Ey move that dope, Bricksquad move that dope

[Verse:]
Waka Flocka Flame
In a trapping hall of fame
I'm a balla hall of league man
I'm calling shots, you calling names
I've been rich, homie, some type of way
I'm stove top, y'all microwave
Take my time, so respect the grind
You've seen the threats, my set'll ride
Their song pies like a bakery nigga
You telling lies, you faking nigga
I'm getting love, you hatin nigga
I've seen your shows, their faking nigga
When you get real, you get the best deals
I run way though, treadmill
But yell a bitch and I'm fast wheel, and all my published checks ill
So I burn and chill, and burn and will
And I can give a fuck of somebody's feeling
I got work to play
I got worth a play
Hustle nigga, you gonna learn today
I'm an underpaid, don't turn away
When I talk to you or the burner spray
Let's box it out, ill beat your ass
I see the snakes, I like the grass
What chu' know about flipping bricks?
Cut the thangs in to chicken strips
Hit the strip, stack the cash, count the money, do the math
I'm going back to the trap
I'm too real, too cool for rap
I'm going back to the trap
I'm too real, too cool for rap

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Mud Musik"
(with Waka Flocka Flame, feat. Titi Boy aka 2 Chains)

"Mud Musik"
(with Waka Flocka Flame, feat. Titi Boy aka 2 Chains)



[Intro]
Ughh, Flocka! Gucci! 'Rarri, Boyz!
Ay Tity Boi what's happenin mane?
We turnt up mane, shout to the whole city mane
Uhh, uhh, uhh (Brick Squad monopoly)

[Waka Flocka Flame]
Half a pint in my two liter, I just slow sip
This that mud drank, my 'rarri go hard in the paint
Pulled up dancin right, hopped out flexin ice
Niggaz'll give they life, just to live my life
Bitches yellin loud, walkin through the crowd
With a triple cup (po' po' po' me up)
'burry game clique, flags in the sky
Walkin through the God I swear to God I'm in the sky
Astronaut high, I'm that guy
Stacks on stacks, racks on racks
I keep mud on standby
Got some real niggaz that you cain't even stand by

[Chorus]
I just slow sip (po' po' po' me up)
Styrofoam cup (tri-tri-triple cup)
This that mud drank, fo' ounces and a one liter
This that mud drank, half a pint in my two liter
(Po' po' po' me up) styrofoam (tripled up)
(Po' po' po' me up) styrofoam (tripled up)
This that mud music, this that mud drank
Styrofroam cup (tri-tri-triple cup)

[Gucci Mane]
Styrofoam cup we po'n up, Gucci, Flock', blowin up
We so fuckin up, all our foes they be duckin us
I'm a jack boy, you a jackass
You must dress in the dark with yo' tacky ass
I'm Big Gucci, cool guap'
Got 80 grand in my khaki pants
Tity's on the scene, yeah that's my team
BSM yeah that's my scene
I'm a millionaire, that's reality
You want a mill' that's a fuckin dream
I'm on mine, got two nines
Throw my watch in the air to let time fly
I'm DUI, I'm too high
You heard that young nigga I'm too fly
Thugged out young nigga I'm 'bout my bread
Don't want no pussy girl givin me head
We ain't even gotta stop to use the bed
Ay-ain't no need to fuck up the spread
I'm drinkin, I'm thinkin
All the real niggaz we linkin
My Brick Squad all be down on hangin
Sippin lean done got me famous, Gucci!

[Chorus]

[Tity Boi]
Yeah, mud, mud, Gucci!
This that kickstand, campaign
Over they head like an airplane
Brang yo' gurl to the club 'round me
and my niggaz then she fail game
2 Chainz, I'm too much
Every time I fuck I get two nuts
Every time you see me I'm with two sluts
I ain't in or out 'less the Coogi cut
Promethazine, contraband
Told them folks we a country band
Brick Squad, duffle bag
Bunch of knucklehead niggaz sayin "Fuck the feds"
My bread long like Subway, Louis' on, unlazered
And I ain't talkin money when I hit you with this one caper
I need two mo', two liters
I got bass like two speakers
It must be (Do or Die)
cause these niggaz out here "Po' Pimpin"
All we doin is slow sippin
I be on that codeine
I got fo' zips
'Bout to po' it on this ice cream, ughh!

[Chorus]