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"Barry Bonds"
(feat. A$AP Rocky & P Smurf)

"Barry Bonds"
(feat. A$AP Rocky & P Smurf)



[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Shoutout to every nigga fronted me a pack when I was fucked up
Always been a gunner, my nigga, never ducker
Bet she wanna ride with a nigga like me
And she wanna hang and smoke with me
Man I love when the crowd recite every lyric
Rappin from the heart, rappin from the spirit, know the Lord hear it
Grandma gotta eat, I gotta get it
What they talkin bout we livin'
Waddup lame, what it do bustas
Know y'all don't like us but your girls wanna fuck us
My gangstas on E, so I'm pimpin
Nigga what you drinkin, what you sippin
Most my niggas blood, some crippin'
Out in Chi-Town with some real GD's and some VL's
Gangsta worldwide with this shit my nigga can't you tell
Some say "Crime don't pay," it's hard to tell
Niggas said they want my chain, eat the shells
Thank God for the Shells and Citgo, Chevron and the Ammaco

[Hook: ASAP]
I be on my Maserati boss shit
Top down in the winter
Middle of the summer but it's feeling like December
Yeah, I wake up in the morning with a bitch I don't remember, I'm a winner
So my whole team start
Ballin like I'm Barry hitting bitches out the park, home run
You better get your own son
I'm on now, and I'm on one

[Verse 2: P Smurf]
I thank God for another one, then roll another one
Hit my connect up, tell him I need another one
King size bed them sets of double Ds in it
Nigga the condo smellin like a weed clinic
Room 1017 that's at the top nigga
Smokin Grade A while I'm getting topped nigga
BSM the new Row, and I'm Pac nigga
Stomping niggas out in the lobby, me and Flock nigga
I love my squad
Money over bitches I love my mob
In a four door Porsche with a hip-hop vixen
And the diamonds in my charm clearer then KY Mixing

[Hook]

[Verse 3: ASAP]
I rubberband the work so you know a nigga stretch it
And if she stepped on we just call that bitch neglected
Whip it like a slave, all white, I'm a racist
Running for the money like a horse when it races
Cash on my mind, money on my mental
Cocaine ? I bring it back like a rental
Look me in my eyes, can you tell me what I've been through
I've been to hell and back, I've got some passes I can lend you
Chef up in the kitchen, but this ain't Benihana's
But I'm working two Pacs, I call 'em baby mommas
Verses the new [?] she go in labor
I'm tryin to make a profit so I cut it like a razor

[Hook]
 
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"Believe Me (Freestyle)"

"Believe Me (Freestyle)"




[Verse:]
Mo' fuckers never loved us, they hated us
Same niggas turned to dickriders once your paper up
Don't ask me bout these rap beef, swear this shit fake as fuck
Run into these Cover girls, they just start making up
Don't apologize nigga, now I'm a fuck you up
Make you swallow your pride with a bullet, give you bubble guts
Double up, wonder why these rappers never fuck with us
A couple of 'em thought about it but they never touching us
You don't know what to do with money
I'm still spending "O Let's Do It" money
Imagine "No Hands" money, that's that I don't give a fuck shit God damn money
Really need to recognize who you talking to
I get paid your yearly salary just to walk it through
Wonder why I stay grinning? Cause a nigga stay winning
All them cars and the cribs, a home and they ain't rented
I should feel bad for 'em truthfully, this the motherfuckin rap game, who do you believe?
I told 'em when I started only option is shootin me, or salutin me, I'm still here and the crew with me
Called in help before someone get the best of me
I be at the lake house, wildin' on some jet skis
Daddy back run along do your chores mane
Bricksquad Monopoly is not a fuckin' board game

[Hook x2:]
I'm the only one that get the job done
I'm payin nobody, shoot my own gun
 
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"Bickin Back Bein Bool"
(feat. Slim Dunkin & Wooh Da Kid)

"Bickin Back Bein Bool"
(feat. Slim Dunkin & Wooh Da Kid)



[Verse 1 - Waka Flocka Flame:]
Shoot at a nigga three feet or nine feet
Dump at yo mama house, now pussy nigga come and find me
Shoot at a nigga three feet or nine feet
Dump at yo mama house, now pussy nigga come and find me
Ice and kush got these bad bitches around me
Still that same nigga shawty from grade school
I'm bickin' back, bein' bool
Bickin' back bein bool
That mean I'm mellow right now, man
I'm on one man, I'm smokin' one
I'm hijacking planes man
Only smoke dutches

[Hook:]
I'm just bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
I'm still the same nigga from grade school

I'm Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
I'm still the same nigga from grade school [x3]

[Verse 2 - Waka Flocka Flame:]
Shoot at a nigga three feet or nine feet
Dump at yo mama house, now pussy nigga come and find me
Ice and kush got these bad bitches around me
Still that same nigga shawty from grade school
Whitey that ho shoot
Look at my shoe don bitches shinin'
I be grindin'
Roll up pills like time rewindin'
I'm bickin' back, shawty bein' bool
Riding in an old school soft top
On sixes, get my dick sucked
Sipping shawty on a triple cup
You ain't like Waka Flocka give three fucks
Hold up
Baby girl do you know how to roll up
Lets hit the night club and get fucked up
(flex)
And have the time of your life
(flex)
Pop and bus mothafucking price
(flex)
I'm seeing double in the club
Everybody's bitch start to look alike

[Hook:]
I'm just bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
I'm still the same nigga from grade school

I'm Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
I'm still the same nigga from grade school [x3]

[Verse 3 - Slim Dunkin:]
I drop sane shit
Buzzed and got paid
I fuck with the crip but all my cousins got k's
Like this shit sound great nigga
Still won't tuck my chain nigga
Dunk just shoot for aim nigga
Hit you and who came wit'cha
Dunk!
What the fuck you expectin' nigga
Red flag who you checkin' nigga
Pop quiz no question nigga
Get your lesson nigga
Stop guessin' nigga
I'm just bickin' back
I'mma bang mine
Same country-ass nigga throwing gang signs

[Hook:]
I'm just bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
I'm still the same nigga from grade school

I'm Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
I'm still the same nigga from grade school [x3]

[Verse 4 - Wooh Da Kid:]
I'm just bickin back being bool
Stay strapped keep a tool
Get back who are you?
Two words, I'm King Wooh
R.I.P. Nate Dogg, the streets lost a gangster
BSM gon hold it down everything is danger
Everything is caution
Everything is chill
Wooh da Kid be bool and don't fuck up your deal
Nerves bad gotta smoke
Like a fiend when it come to dope
Puff puff never pass. Lungs filled with hella smoke
Just because I'm bickin' back please don't take me for a fool
Wooh Da Kid, yes I'm still that same young nigga from grade school
Slim Dunk up next no cups just sex
Waka flocka still flaming what the fuck did you expect?

[Hook:]
I'm just bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
I'm still the same nigga from grade school

I'm Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
I'm still the same nigga from grade school [x3]
 
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"Big Homie Flock (Intro)"

"Big Homie Flock (Intro)"




[Verse 1:]
The trap hot, it's on fire
Either way a nigga like a busy b play
I run my hood, no marathon
Took off for a minute now I'm back on
Them bass bigger, my trez longer
My niggas' rhythm, my weed stronger
Fuck a backpack, that bodybuilder
Money talks, I don't fuck with niggas

[Interlude:]
Ha ha ha ha

[Verse 2:]
You been undressed, you ain't got swag
You a walkin rapper, you a signed artist
Got my own label, fuck these niggas
Play the middle finger on my diary
She in the gang banger so it's fuck a peezy
Wiped cream say I ain't talkin money
I keep 1 K, yo nigga transport to my old ways
Keep black doors on me like OJ
I'm turnt up off no drugs
You turnt that, you get no luck
Blow the energy so I'm in the cloud
Actin wild, they know I go hard,
Bitch I'm good with ya'll
One phone call, send them killers at you
That's speed dial, house visit 10 years
At the same time Joey beat his murder trial
All the count, that's upon the soldiers
Still collecting opinions, I'm a humble nigga
Never join forces, make my own way
I keep date, no birthday
Fuck a off day competition
I eliminate from the street laws
Don't litigate, I delegate, you follow
I'm own my own shit you, you borrow
Last nigga tried to rob me got shot now he sue me for a half a mill
That's real shit, Big Homie Flock
Squad!
 
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"Blatlanta"

"Blatlanta"



I'm from southside of this Blatlanta
Got shooters in Chiraq
Got shooters that'll blast you
I'm good in places you've never been
They'll give you shots, no medicine
So test Flock, don't try that
I got little niggas with big guns
Take limbs off like that's contact
And ain't scared to catch no murder case
Every summer, boost the murder rate
Won't send em now, I'll send em them later
When they cool off, I'll prefer to wait
Cause a real boss got to think smart
Cause the goal is to get cleaned off
While winners beef, we never see y'all
Cause the truth is your team soft
You ain't good out in these streets, nigga
You're a foreign, no green card
I been out in these streets, nigga
Since a young nigga getting green off
Jewelry on out in any hood, won't believe what this ring cost
Never tucking my chain in and I'm pulling up in your dream car
Can't talk real and not mention me
What? You niggas don't get it yet
I'm the realest in it and I built your image
Turn any block to Virginia Tech
You a pussy nigga never been a threat
I'm throwing bullets, Eli Manning
Any time you can intercept like Brandon Lee die in your set
Like blaow!
Nigga I ain't playin' no games
I ain't talking 'bout a Rover when I say I got range like blaow!
Frontin' for the fame get your name on the news
Cause I really got aim with the tool like blaow!
Shoot outs ain't nothing that's new to me
I'm only 2 or 3 he gone catch 2 or 3
Right through his jewelry nigga you food to me
Shouldn't have said what you said you gone do to me
These rappers as fake as a 3 dollar bill
And I really don't care how they feel
Don't make you a gangster cause you touched a mill '
Put you on the plate, I make you a meal
Don't make me reveal the truth about you niggas
You know that I will green light you for real
It's nothing my nigga I put on your head all bread that you signed for your deal
Boy we know you a façade
Know you won't ride, everything you say a lie
Ain't no surprise, beefing with me isn't wise
All these crooks oversize, swallow your pride
Or you can swallow this nine, really don't matter to me
I let you decide maybe I might let you slide, sike, homicide
Before this rap I was your favorite rappers favorite shooter
It ain't a question I'm a rider like I drive a hoover
I'm too G so without me there wouldn't be no Google
Your street cred a 3.50 without my approval
 
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"Blood On The Leaves"

"Blood On The Leaves"


[Intro: Nina Simone]
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
Blood on the leaves
Breeze, breeze
Blood on the leaves
Breeze, breeze
Blood on the leaves
Breeze, breeze
Black bodies
Swinging in the southern breeze, breeze
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
From the poplar trees

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka]
Flocka on that bullshit again
The preacher in the pool pit again
You fucking losers bout to forfeit gain
Your importance seems so enormous and then
Your cooperate friends pull up in that 'fuck is this? '
Turn pale when you see my fucking bucket list
Life is super sweet, smoke the finest sour
I'm 'bout to hand glide form the Eiffel tower
My silent hour when I'm on stage raging
They used to look down, now I see they face changin'
The bass banging
The game make them taste fame and
You niggas lame so I guess I have to say it layman

[Interlude: Nina Simone and Flocka]
Waka Flocka!
(Black bodies, swinging in the southern breeze)
Squad nigga, you can't fuck with us nigga
We knock the fuck ya'll niggas out
4 years in this shit nigga, what you think?
Breeze!
Pussy

Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
Blood on the leaves

[Verse 2:]
Flocka on them trees, that's blood on the leaves
All I need a pretty face, little something to squeeze
And it's nothing to me
Man I came from a different lane
I'm 'bout to cop four tickets to a Clippers game
Make sure I wear every single fucking chain
Not because I can, but because he can't
But why wait, I guess it change nothing still
I wonder why my brothers kill
Ion wanna pop another pill
I'm tryna find another thrill
It's another degree
Man, Flocka on them trees, that's blood on the leaves
Squad!
 
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"Bragg (Just Tell Em)"

"Bragg (Just Tell Em)"


[Hook:]
All this money I be stackin
All this all this all this kush that I be rollin
All these all these all these cars that I be drivin
I said it don't mean shit, it don't mean shit
It really don't

[Verse 1:]
I don't trust no nigga, I don't trust no bitch
I don't fuck with these niggas, I don't fuck with that bitch
She lyin on me, I switch a line on deck
I need a boss girl with a home shit and Shawty you not it
I say trap no, say Illinois, say dirt game ran through her
I said tray day noise so carbo no
I see caso ran through her
All this money I be stackin, all this kush that I be smoking
Shit I was called and be drivin
It don't mean shit
And my niggas came with me, and my niggas can't smoke it
And my niggas can't fuck her
Man it don't mean shit
If my niggas can't smoke it then my niggas can't spin it
If my dog can't drive Chazz it don't mean shit

[Hook:]
All this money I be stackin
All this all this all this kush that I be rollin
All these all these all these cars that I be drivin
I said it don't mean shit, it don't mean shit
It really don't

[Verse 2:]
She like what you doin tonight?
I'm like Shawty call yo friends, I'm a call my friends
We cannot be friends, we gon party til the morning
This shit never ends, girl fuck yo plans
We got alcohol pourin, marijuana rollin
Leave that chubby shit at home, girl you fuckin with a grown man
You know Brick Squad, party stay turnt up, we never boring
You know Brick Squad niggas never turn down, level wanted
I'm rappin off the top, I don't need a pen
Girl I bless you from the back, say amen
I be going in, lames pimpin out
Every time I hit the club, boy I show it off

[Hook:]
All this money I be stackin
All this all this all this kush that I be rollin
All these all these all these cars that I be drivin
I said it don't mean shit, it don't mean shit
It really don't
 
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"Break Her"
(with Waka Flocka Flame)

"Break Her"
(with Waka Flocka Flame)



[Intro]
Brick Squad monopoly (ugh)
You know I'ma break her
Bitch come and choose up!
I just be on hard mayne
Me and old Gucci Mane

[Waka Flocka Flame]
Shhh, be quit, shhh, be quiet
She talkin like you wired, her ass think she hired
Take you to a place real private
Vick you down and let you suck my private
I have no feelings - I'm a cold hearted nigga
You might catch me wit'cha sister, autograph my picture
I won't never kiss her, pills weed and some liquor
He might fuck 'round the liquor, I'm gon' get her Visa
You know I'ma break her, I don't hear no cake bruh
Send her out get cake bruh, bitch be back by 8 uhh
Sunshine my money maker, TT that's my down bitch
CC got real loose from that, you would give shawty a stupid check

[Chorus]
You know I'ma break her
Bitch come and choose up!
I done stepped my game up
Got a house outta her
She done bought me rings bruh
Got a chain outta her
I just pimp hard mayne
Me and old Gucci Mane

[Gucci Mane]
Break-a-Bitch College, sugar pimp knowledge
Skeet in her mouth and the bitch just swallowed
Give her guidelines and the slut just followed [2X]
I'm on mine, I gots to grind, my rhyme for a reason
Yo sis is a streetwalker, workin procedures
Baby bought me this, baby bought me that
Gave me a brick and I turned it to crack
Make me wanna fuck her, gotta come back
Lil' short thang with a ass so fast
Menages, massages, she too wild, no flaugin
She choose up, I po' up, I'm two up, she bobbin
I'm a nuisance, no nonsense
I'm a monster, no conscience
No option, who want it? Haters get left, unconscious
Grind in the 'rarri every day like a Chevy
Smoke so heavy that the dub man smell me
Used to let a boy named Luke get to me
In the club drunk got to fightin already

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
 
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"Brother's Keeper"
(feat. Wooh Da Kid)

"Brother's Keeper"
(feat. Wooh Da Kid)


[Verse 1:]
This is on my face, I see you aviator haters
Homeys with the elevators, call Indiana Pacers
Never rockin alligators, just some red bottom charts
Goin off a grim of mollies, I don't fo fo fo forty talk
When she brought you came with a new better dog
All I know is stay strapped, get money and run it up
Got my foreign choppas on my nigga Soulja
Talkin bout Flocka then you know it's game over

[Hook: x2]
All I know get it get it, got it now it's gone
Keep a lot of straps 'cause I know the war's on
Never cross the line, you know I'm a brother's keeper
Hurry, het in quick, this a message to the reaper

[Verse 2:]
I'm fuckin nigga queens, I'm lookin for a queen
I guess it's only right since Wooh to the king
Yea Wooh to the man but ya fit me in yo plans
Niggas sleepin on me, guess they fucked up on the sands
It's time to wake em up, pour white coffee in a cup
Every ball fly paper, it'll leave you stuck
Wooh da I'm the K I N G
BS in the army, be all that you can be
Squad!

[Hook: x2]
All I know get it get it, got it now it's gone
Keep a lot of straps 'cause I know the war's on
Never cross the line, you know I'm a brother's keeper
Hurry, het in quick, this a message to the reaper

[Interlude:]
10 bands on line 1
20 racks on line 2
45 racks on line 3
75000 for a show, now that's monopoly

[Verse 3:]
Waka Flocka that's my brother, fuck with him I put you under
Wooh da packin heat but keep it neat like a thunder
All I know get it get it, got it now it's gone
That's my part brother, it's gon be until we gone

[Hook: x2]
All I know get it get it, got it now it's gone
Keep a lot of straps 'cause I know the war's on
Never cross the line, you know I'm a brother's keeper
Hurry, het in quick, this a message to the reaper
 
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"Bustin' At 'Em"

"Bustin' At 'Em"


[Cop talking]
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.

[Waka Flocka]
Pow [x8]
Shoot first, ask questions last.
Thats how these so called gangsta's last.
Waka Flocka Flame 1017

[Chorus - Waka Flocka]
Pow [x4], Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Pow [x4], Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Pow [x4], Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Ain't no talkin' homie, I'm jus' bustin' at 'em
Pow [x4], Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Pow [x4], Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Pow [x4], Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Ain't no talkin' homie, I'm jus' bustin' at 'em

[Waka Flocka]
I been gettin' this, see like then like my name was Gillie'
Grow a sumo on my face, call me flocka-Philly
Nigga what's the dealy, Lemme know what's brackin'
Ain't no cameras around here nigga stop that actin'
Bitch I'm 'bout that action, subtract em' like a fraction
Everybody packin, like hit miss Minaj ass
Kush smell like garbage, nigga take some homage
Then got a hood, now that bitch call me finest
Mizay management shit thats my mother
Yellow diamond fuzzy chain, shit that bitch like butter

Bitch I'm like no otha', rap nigga
You can call me good, broke-ass rap nigga

[Chorus]

KY Engineerin', fuzzy got 'em steerin'
Fuzzy diamond earin's, M6 with them steerin's
??, re-rack diamond earin's
That some John Dearin's, nigga who you scarin'
Shawty I'm tatted up, you can call me inky
All I do is get brains, you can call me pinky
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' death bed
Suicide shawty , shot his own self red
RIVERDALE FLOCKA!

[Chorus]

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!

[Church bells fading]
 
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