Waka Flocka Flame

[fox69]

"Cook Jug"
(feat. Young Scooter)

"Cook Jug"
(feat. Young Scooter)



I be turnt up the worst way with these hoes
Can't wait til that touch down on the ground
Ball five, part mix and ten stones
I don't want no part bitches, hard wood flows

Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga
Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga
Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga
Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga
Ball, ball, ball, ball,

I be turnt up the worst way catch me in the trap
Riding one deep solo with that pistol in my lap
On I-75 that's the bottom of the map
I’m from Clayton County Riverdale where niggas love to trap
Man them youngins off the molly shootin’ at the police
I’mma pour this fucking liquor for the dead homies
Man I blow, how you know this shit is bugging that's a fact
I got money habits automatics all around me
You know you really gettin’ money
If you cook your own keys
I don't fuck with lames pussy, snitches or the police

Squad!

I be turnt up the worst way with these hoes
Can't wait til that touch down on the ground
Ball five, part mix and ten stones
I don't want no part bitches, hard wood flows

Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga
Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga
Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga
Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga

Clayton County on lock like it should, nigga
Scooter,
Cookin’ while I’m countin’ got a jug on expressway
Two hundred thousand dollar play been on the way since yesterday
He like his dope cooked dog cause he can't even cook me in
And I whip it three different ways
Million dollar risk game.
My risk bought this gold chain
Drive with water, we'll shake the pie cook game
Lot of old heads still cooking out the microwaves
We got our own dope
Black legal stretchin’ everythang
Click going flocka flame, ain't juging with the dirt game
Cook jug in everything, prices an’ whole thang
Stay calm, free band

I be turnt up the worst way with these hoes
Can't wait til that touch down on the ground
Ball five, part mix and ten stones
I don't want no part bitches, hard wood flows

Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga
Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga
Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga
Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga

 

[fox69]

"Danny Glover (Remix)"

"Danny Glover (Remix)"



2 door coupe, 400 chips
Jacob watch cost two bricks
Throw another rack cause she doin' splits
I got a bag of molly's, know she wanna lick
Make a girl kiss a girl
Turnin shit in the molly world
And then she geekin off them drugs
Makin faces like Lil Durk
Don't need a compliment cause I know I'm the shit
All this ice on me, I'm froze in this bitch
Look like I'm selling dope, nigga stove in this bitch
All these girls wanna fuck like gold on my dick
Everywhere I go boy you know this shit lit
His Rolex tickin, that nigga counterfeit
Bitch from the tribe bitch, come and free ride dibs
I only blow gas, don't fuck with the mix
Diamonds flashin like paparazzis takin pictures
I don't fuck with lames, I fuck with real goons killers all my niggas they the realest
Flockaveli 2 on the way, I see these pussy niggas catchin' feelings
That fresh and new, it's just business, I'm the illest
Come fuck with me, let's make millions
Flocka!

 

[fox69]

"Death Of Me"

"Death Of Me"


[Hook: x3]
Till the death of me, till the death of me
Till the death of me, till the death of me
Till the death of me, till the death of me
The day I act a scary nigga lord may I rest in peace

[Verse 1:]
They say the way I ride for ma niggas, that's the death of me
Bitch I know the recipe, let's get these fucking millions G
Follow me, I show you see,
Count these bands nigga, get these stacks
I'm going hard, no holding back, it's cali kush I'm smoking at
40 cal bitch shooting asses, 40 all them know that
Let go bitch we on the map, tm sizzle on the track
Riverdale, till the motherfucking death of me
Niganology, biggy smalls and 2pac-ing me
I'm shining it ain't hard to see, obviously they copy me
2 street go in the street, lame niggas envy me
I'm a real nigga till the motherfucking death of me
Be a billionaire, that's my motherfucking destiny

[Hook: x2]
Till the death of me, till the death of me
Till the death of me, till the death of me
Till the death of me, till the death of me
The day I act a scary nigga lord may I rest in peace

[Verse 2:]
I got my hancock, hoodie on, guncock, seat back
Dark tints, hanging out my window, nigga eat that
I'm a real nigga till the death of me, tweet that
Million dollar seen that, money ain't shit to me
Be the real tweeking out that ecstasy, vision me
Lambos, Ferraris, low key, diamonds make you notice me
Pass you to my dogs, that's the dog me
Shooting back no doug me, og they respecting me

[Hook: x3]
Till the death of me, till the death of me
Till the death of me, till the death of me
Till the death of me, till the death of me
The day I act a scary nigga lord may I rest in peace

 

[fox69]

"Dem Skrapz"
(feat. Future)

"Dem Skrapz"
(feat. Future)



[Hook:]
Them scraps, them scraps, them pistols be around me
Them scraps, them scraps, them pistols be around me
Them scraps, them scraps, them pistols be around me
Make my partner knock down your homie, down your homie
Make my partner knock down your homie, down your homie
Make my partner knock down your homie

[Verse 1 - Waka Flocka Flame:]
Fuck my codeine, pulled up all black nigga, [?]
In the bushes so low key, he pulled a hotdog with that stick, OV
I pull up to your trap B, in a black jeep
Let it run like an athlete at a track meet
I'm loose as a goose, they saying Flocka brazy
I'm head in hands, and you either scared or lazy
I put in work, nigga put in work
Catch me on the turf, boy we in the field
If the price is white you can spin the wheel
My dinner meals is your rent
I take a mile if you sip an inch, how much you need?
I take a mile if you sip an inch, how much you need?

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Future:]
Cooling down the street with a forty foot rifle
Balenciagas on my feet, they'd rather see me in shackles
I got my chain swanging, and they heard we gang banging
Stay with that carbon, you know that we mobbing
Got a strap on the driver, 12 gauge got a scope on it
All these niggas that you be hating
Trapping that 44 militant, they treating me just like a renegade
Sipping codeine like it's lemonade
Shoot at you, shoot at you
Put a nigga down spray him
Waka Flocka throw that K at him
Blocka Blocka causing mayhem
Chopper, chopper make em lay down
208 grand on the foreign, 400 rounds in the car
100 goons with a carbon, climb out and spray with that carbon
Greet me that scrap, that carbon like [?]

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Down Ass Girl"

"Down Ass Girl"


[Girl:]
Hold his weed I smoke his purp (FLOCKA)
I ride all day with mah nigga work (WHY)
He pay mah bills he pay mah rent... (AND)
When he trap I hold his stacks
That's why I'm his down ass girl

[Waka:]
Yes that is mah down ass chick
She ain't gotta work no mo
Rent free bills 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 uh mill thanks to mah 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

[Girl:]
I hold his weed I smoke his purp (FLOCKA)
I ride all day with mah nigga work (WHY)
He gives me this he gives me that (AND)
When he trap I hold his stacks
Waka I'm yo down ass girl

[Waka:]
I love the way you hug me
Love the way you kiss me
Love the way you rub me
Even love the way you fuck me
(Muah) blow one back at me
(Muah) thank you baby
You mah trap girl
You mah down chick
You mah bad bitch
Mah Ms Flocka
I'm the doctor She mah 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 nd Ms Flocka do dis shit every weekend
Me nd Ms Floack do dis shit every weekend
Me nd Ms Floack do dis shit every weekend

[Girl:]
I hold his weed I smoke his purp (FLOCKA)
I ride all day with mah nigga work (WHY)
He gives me this he gives me that (AND)
When he trap I hold his stacks
Waka I'm yo down ass girl

[Waka:]
Baby.!

 

[fox69]

"Down Ass Girl Part 2"

"Down Ass Girl Part 2"


[Girl:]
Oooooooooooo waka flockaa
Are you ready
Cause I'm ready
Yeaaa yeaaaaaeaaeaaa
Uhhhhhhuhhhhhhhh

[Chorus: Girl]
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

[Waka Flocka:]
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)

[Chorus: Girl]
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

[Waka Flocka:]
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

[Chorus: Girl]
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

 

[fox69]

"Draft Day"

"Draft Day"


[Intro:]
I see you little bruh

[Verse: Waka Flocka]
Haha, numero uno
Came from from nothing, now your pockets all sumo
Conflicted prediction, but shhh... what do you know?
Time is ticking in that watch like a Hublot
Got a weapon out in Texas
It's a celebration hundred bottles to the section
Now the models undressin' and the dollars we investin'
Count your money and your motherfuckin' blessin's
I'm a real hitter, I salute a real hitter
Now your bank account and mama's house a lot bigger
More sacks than my partners in the trap
And all you haters and doubters can fall back
S-C, that's the home of Ben G, squad
Jungle boy, two spoons gota eat, squad
God works in mysterious ways
I just work to keep on living that luxurious way
And the jury can say whatever they please, you can't judge me
I'm the people so the real people love me
Trust me, from Riverdale, ain't too many chances
Ain't too many choices, ain't too many answers
Whole 'lotta questions, whole 'lotta stressin'
I've been progressin' back to the S and
My bank account and my bitch, a pretty site
White boys be like - Waka, dude, you really tight
Beat a rapper up sometimes I think I really might
Just to prove that we heavy and they really light
Like
Shoutout the Rockhill
I know my boy enjoying how the top feel
Stay focused work, hard, go and prove a point
And let these haters run they mouth until they lose they voice
Verizon man swag, can you hear me now?
Can they see me now? Can they feel me now?
I know what it's like to get criticized
To say he don't deserve it, but in my eyes
You see the pain, you see the struggle
You see the grind, you see the hustle

[Outro:]
Feel me?
Nigga it's draft day
Numba one, numba one until my last day
Feel me?
It's draft day
Numba one, numba one until my last day
Squad
YPC what up?
Curley, Mike D, AJ
What up man?
I said it's Clowney, they can't doubt me
I said it's Clowney, they can't doubt me
Squad
Flockaveli 2 on the way motherfucker
Draft Day
Squad

 

[fox69]

"Duflocka Rant Pt 2 Intro"

"Duflocka Rant Pt 2 Intro"



Kevin DuFlocka Rant, part two
Lot of niggas ain't wanna see me doing what the fuck I'm doing right now
Three years strong
See when I did this shit these niggas said I wasn't gon' make it
See when I dropped Flockaveli 1, hip-hop changed, naw' mean?
Then I dropped Salute Me Or Shoot Me, LeBron Flocka James
Kevin DuFlocka Rant Part 1, now we on part 2
I'm balling like a motherfucker nigga
From roaches to Rolex's man, watch me ball nigga
Clayton County we in this bitch, man
Squad

 

[fox69]

"Duflocka Rant Pt 2 Outro"

"Duflocka Rant Pt 2 Outro"



Aye, we up out this motherfucker, man
This that Flocka DuRant 2, man
Flocka DuRant 2, man – we goin' in, man
We goin' in stupid, we goin' in crazy
Aye Wak, I told you, nigga – it's your time, man
Your time, your time to shine, man
Don't let up on these bitch-ass niggas, man
Don't let up not a bit, man
We gon' go in, nigga, we gon' go in some more
From 2013 to 2020, nigga
It's your time, we up out of here
Brick Squad Monopoly
Trapaholics, nigga, the real DJ H, nigga, squad

 

[fox69]

"Fast Forward"

"Fast Forward"




[Verse 1:]
Niggas watch me style my dog
She took both my cellie though
Fuck her good, message to my dog
Fuck er and go how hard I ball
Nigga trip I'm a get her wet
Smoking kush, holdin up with the set
Real nigga comin through on her back
I been clockin enough lane cracks
Don't know what my dog, now tell me don't lose no laws
Chill just like it low
Til the block explode
Selling rock 'n' roll, keep a heavy metal
Beefin with the suicide, you gon meet the devil
You know I forget em, boy you fuckin know it
For the time and money, so I'm finna fuckin show it
All that motherfuckin cash – I'm a blow it
Throw it throw it throw it, motherfuckin throw it

[Hook:]
The bricks go for 35, that's KD
RIP if you fuck with me
Beefin with me, better have a army
Shooters all around me, watch that nigga try me
Bricks 35, that's KD
Nigga fuck with me, RIP
Beefin with me, you better have a army
Shooters all around me, watch that motherfucker try me

[Verse 2:]
Say I'm laughin at em
I said I'm laughin at em
0 tolerance, that's West Brook
Street educated, I don't need a book
Show prices so high they think I'm sellin white
Tryna fuck a nigga wife tonight, a'ight
This a molly, baby gon bite, a'ight
Smoking weed, drinkin Ace of Spades all night
Ballin ass young nigga, all I do is flex
My Rollis cost 80 and shit cost 50
Different tags back in my young nigga's hands
Sticky, trigger finger itchy, I hit it for a pussy
Grew up on the block sellin Vickies
Tryna get them Benjis, stack em to the ceilings nigga
Blowin money like a drug deala
You ain't doin shit, I did like shit
I run in circles round you fuck niggas

[Hook:]
The bricks go for 35, that's KD
RIP if you fuck with me
Beefin with me, better have a army
Shooters all around me, watch that nigga try me
Bricks 35, that's KD
Nigga fuck with me, RIP
Beefin with me, you better have a army
Shooters all around me, watch that motherfucker try me