Waka Flocka Flame

[fox69]

"Off With His Head"
(feat. Bloody Jay & Wooh Da Kid)

"Off With His Head"
(feat. Bloody Jay & Wooh Da Kid)



[Hook:]
If I front his ass a pack, and he run off with the work
I'm a send the youngins at him, he gonn get his ass mugged
Off with his head, off with his head
Heard he talking shit about me, when I see him we gonn bust
We don't do no fuckin talking, in the squad I'm a trust
Off with his head, off with his head

[Verse 1:]
Shoot in the club like I'm sean, beat a nigga ass like I'm alley
Nigga won't LA me, how the fuck this world gonn see me
What the fuck this world coming to
One deep scrap with my boo
No hesitation she gonn shoot, red bottom her shoes
Celine on her back, zipper mine that's a black bag
Shoot first, put it on my fact
I don't straight shove a pyru
9 ball spank even room
For them 3 I'm gonn shoot
Free the these but jay woo
The chop sticks when you're full

[Hook:]
If I front his ass a pack, and he run off with the work
I'm a send the youngins at him, he gonn get his ass mugged
Off with his head, off with his head
Heard he talking shit about me, when I see him we gonn bust
We don't do no fuckin talking, in the squad I'm a trust
Off with his head, off with his head

[Verse 2:]
Ballin on your head, we will, uh, I mean
Talk to him, off with his head, whole lot of blood
Get shed, blood, ice in his reck
Pressure bloods pipes, tell a nigga gets scared
I don't fear niggas, feds
Matter fact, fuck the feds
Round ricko, body time in the nino
Matter fact you are uno,
Before you get a dose
30 lean the antidote
Quick to let that hammer go, where the ammo go
In about to get a lit up in a hoe
3 more, free row
Been taken, 3 word, super soaked, red shirt
Waka with me, red shirts, dick be like the red socks
I will leave that one shot, bang, headshot

[Hook:]
If I front his ass a pack, and he run off with the work
I'm a send the youngins at him, he gonn get his ass mugged
Off with his head, off with his head
Heard he talking shit about me, when I see him we gonn bust
We don't do no fuckin talking, in the squad I'm a trust
Off with his head, off with his head

[Verse 3:]
My strap cold, rain man, we ball that shit hammer time
We bumming up on the referee, ps amo we feelin fine
Of with your h.e.a.d. you fuck nigga
My young nigga just 5 2, so no need to duck nigga
Bought a pistol, you brink it
Woo da kid my name, bitch
What the fuck is you thinking?
M street where I bang bitch
Thugging went back to the 9 hoes
In the home with you want 9 hoes
Swearing on Christ and I put it on my life
At the same time fuck 9 hoes
My young boy got young boys
Don't fuck around or die young boy
My young nigga he 16, he walk around with that gun nigga
If I front your pack better bring it back
Off with your head can't get it back
Hit it then click, then you hear a crack
Off with your brain like one sap!

[Hook:]
If I front his ass a pack, and he run off with the work
I'm a send the youngins at him, he gonn get his ass mugged
Off with his head, off with his head
Heard he talking shit about me, when I see him we gonn bust
We don't do no fuckin talking, in the squad I'm a trust
Off with his head, off with his head.

 

[fox69]

"On Everything"

"On Everything"


[Hook:]
Everyday my phone rang
I'm bustin' down the whole thang
Whip same color cocaine
Big pistols, big gold chains
I love it (I put that on everything) [x2]
I love big pistols, big gold chains
I love it (I put that on everything)
I love it
I love it (I put that on everything)

[Verse 1 - Waka Flocka:]
Mulsanne On my pinky ring
Pop that pussy for me Dana Dane
I won't let up, that's on everything
I just want the money, you can have the fame
Shooting for the top, I got perfect aim
All that pussy shit, I can't entertain
When I bought the Ghost, I blew out the brain
Your advanced check I spent that on my artist change
Whole lot of bitches and some champagne
I don't fuck with lames, real nigga campaign
Feds snatched my nigga Poo tang
Rocking rave shows and I still ain't changed

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Yo Gotti:]
Got the AR 15, that mothafucka rock ya
The first time I met Flocka, I had to get 40 Glock on my waistline
The young nigga tryna throw gang signs
Had bought 5 bricks from the Mexicans
Flock still there talkin bout I how wasn't flexin then?
I have a white Lamb with the blue top, and that big drop on Forgiauto's
Now I'm selling mo' weed than Colorado
Need to get a dispensary
Fucking off a sack wasn't shit to me
Going against a nigga with a stand on that
Nah nigga we don't play like that
I don't talk on no phones
I don't fall in love with hoes
Keep it real with my youngins
Shit that's how I thought it goes
Guess I had the wrong answer then
Phone ringing might be tapped so don't answer then

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Out The Bag"

"Out The Bag"


[Hook]
I'm smoking out the bag now, all my bitches bad now
All these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills
To get some bitches running round
I'm smoking out the bag now, all my bitches bad now
Got these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills
To get some bitches running round

[Verse 1:]
My youngings fucking run the town, you flex they gonna gun you down
Hit your block with a hundred rounds
Make you hardest nigga in your hood lay it down
I'm flexing with a sack now, shooters on my payroll
Shooting at a snap now
I'm smoking out the pound now, my fingers I keep bad bitches wrapped now
I'm in the club, hunneds on the ground
Got a bad bitch, slim waist her ass round
Flocka in the club it's going down, young richie rich, keep a bad bitch, waka flocka

[Hook:]
I'm smoking out the bag now, all my bitches bad now
All these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills
To get some bitches running round
I'm smoking out the bag now, all my bitches bad now
Got these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills
To get some bitches running round

[Verse 2:]
I'm riding in the ghost now, no rims just factory
Got the word that the fuck boys is after me
You gonna need an army thinking bout catching me
I came from the crack block, never talk to a cop
That's not me, nigga disrespect then you know it's click pop
You know how a nigga rock, tattoos diamond grill, and some dread locks, flocka
Grandma I ain't gonna stop, till that million dollar check get dropped in your mailbox

[Hook: x2]
I'm smoking out the bag now, all my bitches bad now
All these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills
To get some bitches running round
I'm smoking out the bag now, all my bitches bad now
Got these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills
To get some bitches running round

 

[fox69]

"Ova"

"Ova"


[Verse 1 - Waka Flocka Flame:]
When the dope hit the water boy it's OVA
He get his hands on some clean then it's OVA
When them Cali pounds land boy it's OVA
When that new phantom ride hit the dealership boy it's OVA

[Hook:]
Just bought a rollie boy it's OVA
An' if your rollie tick-tick the jeweler conned ya
Got a brand new Cuban Link boy it's OVA
You talking slick when I catch you boy it's OVA

OVA, O-V-A, it's OVA, O-V-A
OVA, O-V-A, it's OVA, O-V-A
OVA, O-V-A, OVA, O-V-A, OVA, O-V-A

[Verse 2 - Waka Flocka Flame:]
I got shooters from the mint to magnolia
When they catch you down bad boy it's ova (O-V-A)
Two hits of that Cali boy it's ova (O-V-A)
One time for them niggas on that corner
I'm a clean county nigga born soldier
Every time a nigga under pressure I won't fold bruh
Yacht Master II on my wrist cost a rova
If that boy a little bigger grab the 30 hit 'em with the cobra
I pay you 70k a year just to roll up
Half a brick of that yayo make her nose bust
Have them young niggas rush your traphouse like a drug bust
Who them niggas throwing money bitch you know it's us

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Offset:]
It's ova, it's ova, my niggas move off
You niggas is bogus
We travel the world, yeah, we global
Everything we do explicit, everything I buy expensive
When you hear bosses, they talking you better be listening
Money be taller than midgets
The J's they knocking like Jehovas Witnesses
I'm dropping the top on the Audi, no ceiling
You know that it's over, killing these niggas my Louie V loafers
Sipping on Actavis, [?]
Beating the pot call me Offset Zaytoven
85 birds in the trunk call that Ocho Cinco
They gave the wrong nigga money, like Johnny Cinco
Finessing the plug hit'em with the lingo
I'm taking your set that's a repo
Offset the don, I carry them hundreds
I don't carry ones, smoking on gas, [?]
Poppin the molly my mouth got numb
Mafia life I'm Al Capone
Doing more numbers than Dow Jones
Sipping this drink out the styrofoam

[Hook]

[Verse 4 - Ca$h Out:]
My bitches never came short

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"PacMan"
(with Waka Flocka Flame)

"PacMan"
(with Waka Flocka Flame)



[Intro]
Yeahhhhhhh
It's Gucci (Flocka) Flocka!!
(BRR) Ferrari Boyz in the building
Vrooom vroom vroom vroom vroom vroom
Catch up!!

[Chorus 2X: Gucci Mane]
Everybody know I got a sack man
I got the whole hood shoppin when the pack in
You never mix business, with new friends
All black Benz, you can call it Pac-Man

[Waka Flocka Flame]
25 to 10, 9 and the fo'-five on me (pop pop pop pop)
I don't need no co-D, do it by my lonely
(CB4) gangsters, man they so (Gusto)
24/7 all I do is hustle
Old folks in the hood call me demon
Triple cup styrofoam, I sip lean man
Straight slow slippin, man my finger itchy
I been rappin for three years man I need a mission
Young boys on that Grove Street man they trappin hard
Hit the club, 50 deep, fuck a bodyguard
They say Waka Flocka, always startin riots
Get money good, motherfuck a dyin

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
I'm the Pac-Man, but it's not Adam Jones
Bitch it's Gucci Mane, double cup my styrofoam
I'm on it like I want it, I make you think your house was on it
I got blocks, plus everybody in here want it
Me and Wak' Flock', come from the block, straight drop a whole block
Chop it up then serve the block, call it hip-hop
Pac-Man with bags of loud and bags of kush I'm bankin
I just got, 'bout 50 in, and I broke 'em down to onions
I'm servin, or splurgin, you snitchin, you workin
I drop off, on purpose, yo' cook-ups, are worthless
I'm searchin, who's lurkin, you jerkin, I'm turfin
I just got the pack in, so call me to purchase

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Pop That Pussy"
(feat. Diago, Chazz)

"Pop That Pussy"
(feat. Diago, Chazz)



[Hook:]
Girl drop drop that pussy for me
Heard money make you cum so what you fuck my money
Bitch so bad, she can have my money
Pop that ass, girl make it rotate
I say girl make it rotate
Clap clap that ass for me
Girl back it up, put that ass on me
Can't catch feelings cause you fucked my homie

[Verse 1:]
I fell in love with her swoop, one weekend she in love with the crew
Must've been the red on the bottom of her shoes
She ain't want me, she wanna fuck my crew
Said she getting top if I drop my roof
So I drop my roof
Beat the pussy up like I produce
And the bad ass millie like a vocal booth
She turnin up the room on the violins
All she need is some blunt and some molly
Inside she tellin lies but I fuck her til she be honest
When I'm inside she tellin lies, I fuck her til she be honest
Got the pussy runnin like Sonic
She speak in tongues, ebonics

[Hook:]
Girl drop drop that pussy for me
Heard money make you cum so what you fuck my money
Bitch so bad, she can have my money
Pop that ass, girl make it rotate
I say girl make it rotate
Clap clap that ass for me
Girl back it up, put that ass on me
Can't catch feelings cause you fucked my homie

[Verse 2:]
Back the thing up like a dump truck
Down for the squad, lookin for that, she a Gemini
2 side, 2 story, said she love me
Lied to her, only want my money
We can play the game, dirty dive in it
I flip the script, I fucked her friend
2 wrongs don't make it right
But it's right to me, wrong to you
We even now, still beat it down from time to time
No kissin, no make up
Just there suck it, fuck your makeup
Money make you cum, we'll come home
Come to me girl, with yo thong on
Leave yo feelings at home

[Hook:]
Girl drop drop that pussy for me
Heard money make you cum so what you fuck my money
Bitch so bad, she can have my money
Pop that ass, girl make it rotate
I say girl make it rotate
Clap clap that ass for me
Girl back it up, put that ass on me
Can't catch feelings cause you fucked my homie

[Outro:]
I said if you want this money
Act like you really want it
I said if you want this money
Girl act like you really want it
Come come come get this money
Come get this money
Girl you can have this money
I'm talkin all this cash
Girl Clap clap that ass for me
Won't you drop that ass for me
Bitch so bad she can have my money
Girl make it rotate
Bust it bust it...
I said Girl make it rotate

 

[fox69]

"Power Of My Pen"

"Power Of My Pen"



For the money and the power
Some are sellin', so turned on they fire
All for the price of dope, but I bet that won't work
For the money and the power
We risk it all, lose at life
Get locked up, won't learn
Come back harder, do that twice
For the money and the power
The game of life, will I win?
Roll the dice, If I lose
Blow my ashes to the wind
For the money and the power
Power of my pen, tell my friends
That's it family that this year I'm goin' in

If I die tomorrow, go and look over my family
Friends' fans can't judge 'bout grands
'Bout 2 girls French last year
Stressed out, can't help myself
So I'll be stacking up grands
Waka just stay down, right until the end
Ain't nothing I can do, fell who? Not death?
But us came to fell, put a brand together, turn it up
Then I changed my dream, created a team
Locals tryna intervene, uncle Mike's attitude
Shorty, I gotta get it by any means
God bless me and my enemies
Diamonds on my neck and I freeze
I stay cool in it, I'm so low key
Behind tents are the kites that rince
Blow heaven sin on the wild accents
G Mack when the money stacked when I actin' magic
In the hood not snitchin'
Why no police missions
The white folks dominated prisons
My voice been the hood uplifting
My best friend, one way to take him
Trade they mamas

For the money and the power
Some are sellin', so turned on they fire
All for the price of dope, but I bet that won't work
For the money and the power
We risk it all, lose at life
Get locked up, won't learn
Come back harder, do that twice
For the money and the power
The game of life, will I win?
Roll the dice, If I lose
Blow my ashes to the wind
For the money and the power
Power of my pen, tell my friends
That's it family that this year I'm goin' in

I was like Waka, why you turned your back on Louie?
What a friendship that
I was the one that put the hood on the map
Yell hard, put the hood on my back
Got my spike, that's a known fact
Push up once you're here on my back
I'm the bull, I'll snatch your flag
Dance up without no swag
Break now, it ain't about the bag
Would Claiko win?
Boys charge a plane, chartered the most fab
Where farmies at
Wish I could bring Kyley Giben back
I'm about that, when that deep wet
It was my size, never turn your back
Never touch the fire, never put up your rack
The game of life, will I win?
Platinumed up, all on my pen
Never would I ever travel again
The street life, my friends just they trapped in
Robbin' still in traffic and they did it

For the money and the power
Some are sellin', so turned on they fire
All for the price of dope, but I bet that won't work
For the money and the power
We risk it all, lose at life
Get locked up, won't learn
Come back harder, do that twice
For the money and the power
The game of life, will I win?
Roll the dice, If I lose
Blow my ashes to the wind
For the money and the power
Power of my pen, tell my friends
That's it family that this year I'm goin' in

Squad
Tell my friends that's the family, that this year I'm goin' in
Squad
Tell my friends that's the family, that this year I'm goin' in
Squad

 

[fox69]

"Pussy"
(feat. Fastlife Kurt)

"Pussy"
(feat. Fastlife Kurt)



[Verse 1:]
My sauce dripping, my paint flipping
Big homie Bud, Lil' True Cripping
Money falling, niggas tripping
When that money fall then them hoes listen
Big forty on me, big rollie on me
Big Cubans on me, Mark Cuban money
Dumb and dumber that's stupid money
Unspendable, can't lose it money
Nigga, jump wrong that's murder money
Feel like a pussy come take it from me
I'm from Clayton County that's the majors homie
Play it smart, won't make it through
Had the doctors pulling bullets out of you
I'm just spitting facts, my point of view
Everybody real 'til they point at you
Had them chopsticks squeezing at you
My goons on you like tattoos
Me and you we the opposite
You could look at me and speak common sense
I check pussy, gynecologist
See it's Bricksquad and Hustle Gang
I don't fuck with pussies, I don't fuck with lames
They'll try you but not Waka Flame
We'll run his pockets and pocket his chain

[Hook:]
Nigga you'sa pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
It ain't my fault that you a pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Money falling, girls poppin' pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Girl give me that pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy

[Verse 2:]
Drop the top back and I swerve in that pussy
Might shoot your crib up, go berserk in that pussy
Clocking right in go to work in that pussy
It just took a charm 'cause I' murking that pussy
Working that pussy, I'm twerking that pussy
My life like a movie, my rollie ain't booshie
My diamonds conceited, my thoughts really foreign
Worries stay low lil' lackey be crawling
That money be falling, these bitches keep calling
My niggas be balling, them bottle be popping
That liquor be pouring, my niggas is winning
You know that they scoring

[Outro:]
What it be like lil' nigga?
All you old mans tryna be like lil' nigga
They say my stomach getting big, gotta eat right nigga
You gotta be home before they turn on the streelights lil' nigga
Pour up, you know that we drink lean by the liter
Haters behind me they following the leader
I'm dripping this salt sweat lick through your speakers
My senior year I tried to fuck all my teachers

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Rainy Dayz"

"Rainy Dayz"


[Verse 1: Waka Flocka]
I look like him, I talk like him
I dress like him, I smoke like him
Drive cars like him, fuck ho's like him
Fuck nigga's don't really like him
Ball hard, rock ice like him
Recruitin' goons, shoot good like him
Boosy nigga, you ain't hood like him
Bad bitches, I one night em'
My Yacht Master is iced out
Play with me, then it's lights out
Bad bitch pull the pipe out
Bend over with that pussy out
My side bitch, she Persian
Pussy tight, like a virgin
Hair long [?] eyes curvin'
When we hit the mall, we splurgin'
Pulled off I'm spuring
5 star like Birdman
Since racks and Neiman Marcus, I'm ballin, Julius Erving
Bad Cadillac's and Suburbans, black Cadillac's and Suburbans
Through traffic they swervin'
Black tints and lerkin'

[Hook:?]
No clouds, but I bring lightening
I'm just like him, that's why the crowd like him
Yeah that style, screamin by yourself
Phantom Ghost, frightening
You need to call a psychic
This sniper rifle shoot so long
If you ain't dead, nigga hold on
This molly juice got me so gone
You say you're right, but you're so wrong
Just like him, I wanted to be, but that was so long
Shots fired, man down
(Paramedics said) Hold on

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka]
I got albums like him, got hits like him
I'm a boss like him, rock shows like him
Critics hate him, but the fans like him
Broke ho's don't really like him
Open doors like him, build labels like him
Sign an artist like him, got sponsers like him
Own a clothing line, Own a liquor store with no liquor license
Keep a pistol on me, fuck a gun license
Off the brain, I ain't even writin'
Just like him, I'm street like him
Sleep on me, I'm a good-night him
No need for fightin'
Expedite him, send him on his way
[?] call me Larry Day
This, you gonna need a couple mil to look like this
OG [?] drinkin' Don P and Cris
Snakes in the grass, I done made it through the mist
You ain't talkin' money nigga it's irrelevant
Kush is my scent, and my bitch elogant
Swag arrogant, flow heaven sent
Fuck you [?] cause I did what I meant
Don't worry bout bills, don't worry bout when
Got wrist so swag, I [?]
I made you nigga's, no offense

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Randy Savage"
(feat. B Ceeze & Frenchie)

"Randy Savage"
(feat. B Ceeze & Frenchie)



[Hook x2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Two Glocks, one blunt, and a bad bitch
I'm flexing on these nigga's, Randy Savage
Pop a molly, smoke a blunt, drink some Activist
Bitches we be swapping out look like some actresses

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
I said I'm trying to see what's happening, little mama what's up
Three diamond chains on me neck, with Texas in my cup
Jumping off the top row, tell these bitches that's what's up
Four hundred for the Ghost, I got a check, run it up
Snatch a chain, you ain't tough
Hundred racks, that's not enough
Fucking bad, breaking swag, cute ass, that's up
Exhale, I got a check
Don't gotta borrow, it's on deck
In my pocket, I'm gon pop it at your noggin, Randy Savage
I'm a legend, boy you know it
Hundred dollar bills I don't flex, I throw it
Hopped in the club and I'm gon' roll it
And these molly's we don' chewed it
Your main bitch, we ran through it
Leg dropping these bitches
Blowing Backwood's, I can't do no fucking Swisher's
Take a picture

[Hook]

[Verse 2: B Ceeze]
Gon' pop that pussy for a Squad nigga
We ain't worrying bout your man, we let them bands hit him
Money all I see, money all I know
Money all I get, I stack it from the floor
Twenty doves and fifties, no chains
When on the dash, spent fifty on some earrings
Nigga's saying what they know, we get big chains
2 Glocks, for these nigga's trying to hit man
On the molly's and we rolling, better see you boy
It's skinny clip, fully loaded, wanna beat you boy
Stay flexing on a nigga, Randy Savage
Catch me flexing on the coupe, with a bad bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Frenchie]
Flexing, hard, out this, planet
Macho, man, Randy, Savage
Bands Andre the giant, taller than that
Call me Lex Luger, I got torcher racks
You better keep your eyes open, for you take a trip with that undertaker
I'm a stone cold nigga, middle finger up like fuck a hater
Don't reach for my legs, I aim straight for the head
Call my hatch razor remote,filling, raise his head
Sony, got them, 808's
Boy I'm straight with the cake
Smell of the rocks cooking, that's straight up bass
Kill them with this slow flow, cause most niggas got no flow
Slow dope better than no dope, now that's a no-no

[Hook]