Waka Flocka Flame

[fox69]

"Feed Me"
(with Waka Flocka Flame, feat. Frenchie)

"Feed Me"
(with Waka Flocka Flame, feat. Frenchie)



[Gucci Mane:]
200 pounds I grew that shit, You knew that shit, I do it that shit
Pulled up with a hundred pounds, bails and bricks, filthy rich
All I know is grind time, nickle dime, slime time
I Intercept like Prime Time
My mind gone like nine times
Call it engineering, Gucci might steal it
A new European, everybody peekin
Is robbing season, goons out searching
Lurking, surfing, call it reimbursement
Southside on the beat, Gucci on the street
Let me take a listen… why not drive a [?]
Wow, pow, bricks right now
Slip and slide I'm glidin by
But I'm so high I just might die
Flocka told me go in! Roco told me go in!
PJ told me no end, my hand, I will throw in!
Gamble with the joker and end up in a shoot out
Wooh he on the lookout, Juice Man throwin cookouts

[Chorus:]
I’m in the strip club, the girls looking like zombies on the pole
They’re screaming feed me, feed me, feed me!
And when the club [?] we monsters making scary movies girls be
Screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming! [x2]

[Waka Flocka Flame:]
In the strip club shorty throwing up the racks
Gucci come my back, fifty stacks in the back
Mean mugging? Shorty I ain't worried bout that
Brick Squad Monopoly: we a wolf pack
Rolling in my zone, baby make the bootie clap!
Slapped her on the bootie like I’m trying to hit that
How much it cost cause I charge your stack?
Bottles in the air, hell yeah, I’m stoned!
Leaning left to right, double cup styrofoam
I’m full of racks, just stacks on stacks
Never been a [?] only shop at Sax
Drinking Remy by the fifth
They say Waka Flocka got a gift
Six speeds, I just shift
Every blunt I lift
I'm higher than a motherfucker, think I might fall
Bad bitches always calling me
LeBron fucking James I ball, my G
Shut the fuck up bitch, clap that ass
White fans screaming "Waka Flocka, you rad"
Always catch me with a fucking red rag

[Chorus x2]

[Frenchie]
I got em like ah...
Love this nigga, two hoes slobbering on the pole
Screaming out loud I love this nigga!
[?] seen the same girls that work in Perfections
They say they came straight from Magic City
So I know don't gotta teach ‘em no lesson!
Girls [?] my songs on
Put down those pom poms
Oriental, I think she's from Hong Kong
In the club full of ho zombies
Screaming out feed me
But I just got this stacks girl, it ain’t gonna be that easy!
Four girls leaving, they coming
All girls fucking they coming
Just like Gucci said I left a hundred dollars on the dresser
Just to show the bitch it ain't nothin'
If you think you coming home with me, you’re fucking
You got much potential, I turn you into something
Get in my V, my music we bumpin'
You steady talking but I ain't hear nothin'

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Fell"
(feat. Gucci Mane & Young Thug)

"Fell"
(feat. Gucci Mane & Young Thug)



[Hook: Young Thug]
I fell in love
Plus the bottom of her shoes look like she fell in blood
I stay sipping, never slipping, but I fell in mud
Every time I wake up I be with a different slut
Then I dropped up out of school, soon I fell for drugs
Then I fell off in the club with a couple guns
Then I fell out with my plug, he wasn't keeping up
Stack one-hundred's, hit the rug, let the trust fund
Fall for bitch, banking on one's

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Big bank, all hundred's, pussy nigga no one's
Pocket scale, real niggas and a fucking handgun
I'm from Clayton County, we bring shooters nigga, we don't run
Come through with it from them baggie's, now we selling big bumps
Assault rifle, two-two-three, we chop you down
No diss hoes and re-tweets, just bodies found
In and out of town, local joker ass nigga
In the club popping Spade's by the twenty nigga
Smoking loud nigga, popping molly's nigga
Your dog just went state, not mine nigga
But not mine niggas
We live by the code, [?] nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Man I fell out with my girl, man I fell out with that bitch
Get the hell out of this house ho, gon' and pack your shit
Man I fell out with the plug and I fell out with my home boy
Ain't lose sleep about it, tricked out my Jeep about it
If I get ten nigga bricks tonight, then I hear people 'bout it
Fell out off them [?], hopped out two-twenty, I'm smoking chronic
Pouring big tonic, Gucci Two Time's so dropped two Ferrari's
My life is a mini movie, everyday's a video
Nigga is you kidding me? Cause Gucci Mane got baby choppers
Fall out with my baby mama if she said she ain't fucking with Waka
Versace shades I see you nigga, I got on these baller glasses
Chicken long way, all my pockets, all my hoes come pour some shotta's

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Got them big ol' clips, inside of them little guns
No Nelly, got bands on the Air Force, no one's
I'm silly, I got xan', worked hard, my car
Just made it, to me, where I come from ain't far
For you to see a rich, I'm a geek and a monster
She wanna [?], guns up, she got hunger
No no I could never beat her up, on my mama
But she got more red bottom's, then the number one stunna'
And that's Baby, I would love to help you start a candy lady
My [?], now fuck old ladies
And I nut right in them bitches, and have her oh so baby
And also baby

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Ferrari Boyz"
(with Waka Flocka Flame)

"Ferrari Boyz"
(with Waka Flocka Flame)



[Intro]
{LISTEN TO THE TRACK, BITCH}
Get out my lane [8X]

[Gucci Mane]
I'm in the yellow thang, on the expressway
That bitch so nasty it might give a bitch road rage
Get out my lane - Ferrari Boyz
You see the chain - So Icey boys
I'm ridin in a mansion, but I don't think I'm fancy
But I cut the blinker on and my diamonds dancin
Once upon a time, a little while ago
There was a nigga in a 'rarri with a pretty yellow hoe
Got my head held up, cause I think I'm handsome
As the media portrayin me as Charles Manson
And I coulda bought a Phantom, road here four deeper
But I'd rather pull up solo in the yellow two-seater
Gucci!

[Chorus 4X: Gucci Mane]
Get out my lane! Ferrari Boyz
You see the chain - So Icey boys

[Waka Flocka Flame]
Riding in the 'rarri same color as Bacardi
She don't like me shawty man she like my car
Damn near wanna fuck my chain, damn near wanna fuck my name
Wanna bust every nigga in the clique I claim
Deep-dish rims ain't no offsets mane
That's how me and Gucci Mane came
Iced out poppin shit, drunk switchin lanes
I rock bandanas like Santana, screamin out "Who want some anna?"
Made a million off my words, they in love with my country grammar
That's the antenna, cause these rap nigga careers got static in it
I'm a walkin meal ticket, just wait a minute
Bank account got commas in it, all black 'rarri know the llamas in it
I hear them talkin gangsta shit but I know they lame as hell
One thing I ain't gon' do, pussy nigga you scared of jail
My name ring bells, my engine loud as hell
Shit, my 'rarri cost about 230 bails

[Chorus]

[Interlude: repeat 4X]
I'm just lane changin, chain swangin [3X]
{FERRARI BOYZ}

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Fire Squad (Remix)"

"Fire Squad (Remix)"



Niggas actin' like they're kings 'til i walk up on their throne
Take a piss, kiss the ring, know it hurts, know it stings
Red alert on the beam... Flocka home
The kids misdirected and the cops are wrong
Man they rattin' on each other, then they back at home
Actin' like it never happened, backstabbin' wow
What's next? Another rapper dead, no flex
I'm goin' at your head, who the best?
Cut the check, closed mouths never get fed
Take the food off your plate, chew it in your face
I can't hear your shit, moment of silence
Condonin' the violence if you're proposin' a rising
Their fan base mad I killed their favorite rapper
I'm still your favorite trapper's favorite trapper
Fuck freestyles, kill 'em with the written rhymes
And all you cokehead rappers better get in line
No subliminals, I'm direct gettin' off
Your clique is soft, let your bitch kick it with a boss
We're two people from the bottom, we're just different lanes
Cole I feel your pain, feel like I was born again
This the tiger and the lion, this is David and Goliath
This Qua-ran and the Bible, this the pistol and the rifle
In the cypher I ignite you - boom!
It's a cold fuckin' world and I'm sneezin' bricks
And we got grey tickets, on my season shit
Break them chickens down, then we season it
Re-press it, then send it, that's an easy flip
Crush my enemies, they just envy me
Now it's business entities, it was meant to be
Squad life 'til they sentence me to centuries
Can't get to me, I handle shit differently
We never had shit, wonder why we lootin'
If he ain't got a pistol, why the fuck he shootin'?
I think them drugs pollutant, should've stayed a student
But then I wouldn't be on stage givin' out the blueprint
Holler at the movement, I'm about to lose it
And when I do, lay it down, ain't no fuckin' movement
They like, "Flock, what up with EDM?"
Same rappers lowkey don't wanna see me win
50 thou for a verse, I don't need a friend
And I don't really like your music, so why pretend?
And how you gangbangin' after you're famous?
Swear half of you brainless, you rappers are aimless
You rappers are anus, I'm clappin' the stainless
This accurate aimin', start droppin' your names in
It's a new world order
Made a dollar out a quarter, made some dollars out of quarters
Now the show's across the boarders and they're slaughterin' our daughters
And they're killin' all our sons, this shit ain't just for fun
We used to put our hands up and box on the block
Now you put your hands up and get shot by a cop
I sat first class by Donnie McClurkin
He said, "God got a plan, young man, keep workin'"
I know, Flocka!

"Fire Squad" remix, man. "I Can’t Rap: Vol. 2", man.
J. Cole, what’s poppin', bruh?
Still looking for a blunt roller, man. 50k a year, man.
Make sure you bring your Pine Bros.
Yeah, get it. You dig what I’m saying, man?
I got bars, man. I ain’t talking about prison, man.
Fuck you mean, man?
Waka Flocka! Flame! Flocka! Rrah! Rrah! Rrah!
They hate that shit, man, but they love it at the same time, man. You gotta respect this shit, man.
Three bars of flame, man.
Leader of the new school, Waka Flocka Flame, man.

 

[fox69]

"Fist Pump"
(feat. B.o.B)

"Fist Pump"
(feat. B.o.B)



Do you know where we at now? (at now)
Drinkin' bottles 'til we pass out (pass out)
They don't even know how to act now (act now)
Now put your fist in the air, fi-fist in the air air air air...

Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump

Baby jump around for me, bounce
Say that shit now break it down for me (down for me)
Let's hit the buckle, couple rounds with me (rounds with me)
Grab my hand, let me take you to VIP (chuck chuck VIP)
See, my life is like a movie
Patient, what the fuck is you thinkin'?
Better yet, what the fuck is you drinkin'?
Better yet, what the fuck is you smokin'?
What's hapennin'? What's up?
If you feel like me, you're fucked up, put your cup up
I'm in the club poppin' bottles, got a girl drunk
Say the instance of a fist pump
If you that call, if you that jump
Arms in the air, Shawty do the fist pump

Do you know where we at now? (at now)
Drinkin' bottles 'til we pass out (pass out)
They don't even know how to act now (act now)
Now put your fist in the air, fi-fist in the air air air air...

Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump

Fuckin' off the club when we fist pump
Whole party lookin' at us crazy cause we destruct
My body showin' symptoms of liquor in my system
Her booty workin' hard like it's time to own a pension
Now listen: face face I'm drash
Don't really wanna see me no more
Can't say we gang high, ballin' like a bank shot
Around, get your ego broke
Last time I was dissed up
I swear it was a year ago
From standin' up when we leave the club
I'm a call that shit a miracle

Cause damn, I'm gold
Twist up, mixed up, twist up
And her booty too big for the seats in my coup
I'm a have to put it in the pick-up truck

Damn, I'm gold
Mixed up, twist up, mixed up
And we feelin' leave here with so many bad bitches
We gon have to take 'em home in the pick-up

Do you know where we at now? (at now)
Drinkin' bottles 'til we pass out (pass out)
They don't even know how to act now (act now)
Now put your fist in the air, fi-fist in the air air air air...

Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump

 

[fox69]

"Flex"
(feat. Travis Porter, Slim Dunkin & D-Bo)

"Flex"
(feat. Travis Porter, Slim Dunkin & D-Bo)



I'm flexin', I'm flexin'
I'm chillin' in our sessions
I'm in my private section, give me pussy then I'm sexin'
I'm flexin', I'm flexin'
What she know 'bout flexin'?
Might pull up to the Weston and hella girl undressin'

I've this ice on me but my heart cold
I'm a real motherfucker, check my bar code
In the strip club, prolly at the blue fline
Scratches on the whip, a Mini coup

Okay I stepped up from the scene super clean
Got a 50 in my jeans, screamin' money ain't a thing
A vilt full of bottles, got some models and some bitches
Man I'm just a young, checked up in the club ballin', stacks up

Okay I'm standing on the bar and all the girls starin'
And my chain costs a Ferrari and my wrist costs a McLaren
We'll be sayin' flex flex flex flex flex flex flex

She want a bottle that can packs and a man can do it
Man, I bought a half a pill then we ran straight through it
What we doin'? Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex

Okay all I know it flexes you
Some different check you more
Shorty can't hit the whip, I need a astro blow
Spare tier in the trunk, ride with an extra shot
Spend your red money at that Benihana restaurant
Gucci low, Polo, diamond dancing go go
Whole squad flexin' like army have my logo
Karate kickin', dojo
Paparazzi photo
Aggravated flexin',.. plain Nolo
We against bein' broke
Dirt Gang protest
We gon spend harder than the mob, bow flex
On this shit period, contest
Waterfall money in the club, got your how with

Okay I'm standing on the bar and all the girls starin'
And my chain costs a Ferrari and my wrist costs a McLaren
We'll be sayin' flex flex flex flex flex flex flex

She want a bottle that can packs and a man can do it
Man, I bought a half a pill then we ran straight through it
What we doin'? Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex

Came to the club, sevin chains, doin too much
Ferrari Rary fay Waka Flocka flexed up
All dogs really spend it cool...
Two crowds for my haters, throw your gropes on
White Remy Martin but we buy by the case long
Smoke back to back in our Rollie and eyes closed
Paparazzi follow us everywhere we go
He know, she know, I'll be flexin'
All this Remy Martin, I might mix it with some Rosay
Heavy rotation on the radio you get no play
Ball ball ball ball ball ball go and get it
Dream about it all weekend
Flex!

Okay I'm standing on the bar and all the girls starin'
And my chain costs a Ferrari and my wrist costs a McLaren
We'll be sayin' flex flex flex flex flex flex flex

She want a bottle that can packs and a man can do it
Man, I bought a half a pill then we ran straight through it
What we doin'? Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex

 

[fox69]

"Flexxin"
(feat. Gucci Mane, OJ Da Juiceman & David Blayne)

"Flexxin"
(feat. Gucci Mane, OJ Da Juiceman & David Blayne)



[Hook:]
Swawty I'm flexin
In da court room burnin dro
Give a fuc* about dis judge
Wat you think my money for?
Shaawty I'm flexin
Ocean front view
And my job is
Like my weed like my girl like my car
Shawty I'm flexin.
White green red white yellow chain tacky
We flexin not matchin
Black and white dogs
Zebra skins
Sittin on that elephant
Took your girl
Shawty we flexin

[Waka Flocka Flame:]
Boww
Like theirs no tomarrow
Threw a hunded grand
At my shoes
I got gwapa
If she role with waka flame
You kno that girl gone swang
Holla at her as* tomarro
She gone come she gone bang
But a nigga ain't gone stress her
In da club make it rain
Shawty with a fuc*in* desert
Blue and white grape pain
Lokkin like (someone)
So icy flex game
Shawty we da new thang
We da new atlanta
We flexin yup!
We ridin yup!
We iced up and we ain't matchin
They might snatch em
They might grab em
His name waka flocka flex
We gotta have em

[Hook]

[Oj Da Juice Man:]
Ay, ay, ay
Now we flexin
Flex diamonds round my neck
Young juice man
And des diamonds I'm gone flex
Red chain blue chain
Got my shi* so icy chain
32 e.n.t and I made me a stupid chain
Houses by da lake
Diamonds like a snake
Young juice man
And he super duper straight
And rich boy dogg
You should buy his tape
Oj da juice, gucci, waka flocka straight

[Gucci Mane:]
I be hoe huggin flexin
Matcho man flexin
Juice mane, gucci mane, flocka flame flexin
Frenchie caught another boy
So gucci bought a necklece
I bought a roll roice
And parked it on da?

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"For My Dawgs"

"For My Dawgs"


Mentally ill, please someone call a docta
911 it's emergency go get a doct.
You(d')'on know by now boy dey call me waka flocka
I got a bad habbit I might O.D. of yoppas
Whole bunch of choppas fo my enemies
Devil entered me my mind on injury
I'm in front of the jury like I'm guilty
Shawty tried me so I killed em off G.P.
Mom I'm sorry I cant let you berry
Don't worry just comecary
And some letters plus some phone time momma
What's the golden rule don't turn on my partnas

[2x]
I'MA RIDE
I'MA RIDE
I'MA LIVE
I'MA LIVE
I'MA DIE
I'MA DIE
FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS
I'MA ROB
I'MA ROB
I'MA STEAL
I'MA STEAL
I'MA KILL
I'MA KILL
FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS

(OH MY GoDsh)
I heard a lot of niggas dissin me
They let me know dey missin me
I been down for some months
Now it's time to make history
With these evil ass thoughts
It feel like satan just entered me
I'ma pull through dis shit
Idon' need no nigga ta pray fo me
I was told to calm down and spend my pain on da mic
I drop one mixtape six months later my career took fight
O let's do it got em hype
Love them gun sounds make em fight
I go hard in da paint you can tell that on sight
I'm the mixtape prince ain't no nigga fuckin wit me
I'm from Clayton County Riverdale but born in New York
Northside queens to be exact Bricksquad we'll walk back
I can taste these niggas flesh
I can smell these niggas fail
Riverdale, Flocka.

[2x]
I'MA RIDE I'MA RIDE
I'MA LIVE I'MA LIVE
I'MA DIE I'MA DIE
FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS
I'MA ROB I'MA ROB (flocka)
I'MA STEAL I'MA STEAL
I'MA KILL I'MA KILL
FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS

They said a man shine proper
Sometimes that shit hurt
Why they put G babyface on the t-shirt
Neek I know it hurt that just god at his work
Blow all the real niggas livin in the dirt
Imma Ride Imma Ride
Every chance a nigga get
Imma squeeze imma squeeze
Imma let my gun rip
R.I.P. trav on some real nigga shit
Real nigga click im on my bricksquad shit
One louzy ass bullet, cant fuckin stop me
I feel like rocky when he fold on palo creed
Ima certafied G waka flocka too street you can call me concrete raised by grove street

[2x]
I'MA RIDE
I'MA RIDE
I'MA LIVE
I'MA LIVE
I'MA DIE
I'MA DIE
FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS
I'MA ROB
I'MA ROB
I'MA STEAL
I'MA STEAL
I'MA KILL
I'MA KILL
FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS dawgs dawgs. . .

 

[fox69]

"Fuck Nigga"
(feat. Drecco & Lil Troup)

"Fuck Nigga"
(feat. Drecco & Lil Troup)



[Hook: Waka Flocka]
I said
You a fuck nigga
You a-You a fuck nigga
You a fuck nigga
You a-You a fuck nigga
You a fuck nigga
You a-You a fuck nigga
You a fuck nigga
You a-You a fuck nigga
[x2]

(I said)

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka]
Heard you were snitchin'
I can't fuck wit'cha
Just bought a FM for a fuck nigga
I just bought that new [?] for you fuck niggas
I just seen your main bitch, I might fuck with her
You ain't keep it real when your partner went to jail
Took the charge for you, you ain't even post his bail
I was in the 9th grade in Clay Co. busting bail
R.I.P. To Travis Scott, D. Marks[?] and fish scale
I don't fuck with rappers
I don't want no features
I don't do no swap-outs
You ain't living what you rap 'bout
Rap gang with me, so you know them racks out
And you know them sticks out, I call Bruce[?] to blow your brains out

[Hook x1]

(I said)

[Verse 2: Drecco]
Young, rich nigga, I me
Southside living that [?]
Make [?] to that homie Flocka
Told [?] clean up the street
Even though we riding too deep
Got 60 niggas under the seat
And another 100 on the back seat
You niggas really don't want beef
Got 30 of the blue tip
30 of the red tip
Got 4 pistols posted on my hip
Greco, nino, I do not slip
Hit 'em with the chopper make her do a whole front flip
Say Drecco [?] be on the whole fuck shit
[?] split, now I got a whole brick
Back in the trap still selling these nicks
Damn I’m special, I still on a nigga dick

[Hook x1]

(I said)

[Verse 3: Lil Troup]
You a fuck nigga
I don't fuck wit'cha
I don't trust nigga
Run up out, bust niggas
You a lame, I don't fuck wit'cha
You ain't heard that
Hit them with that 40 pussy nigga bet you heard that
Bitch where them birds at I'm cooking dope
I feel like Richard Porter, rich off selling, cooking dope
We got that Perc we got that Xanax we got-gotta smoke
[?] we rolling off that molly, let's turn up some more
Everyday I roll that reefer
I feel like Wiz Khalifa
I got a foreign barbie with me, got some things to teach her
I got her singing like a choir, I feel like a preacher
No I don't fuck with lame niggas so don't ask for features

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Fuck Shit"
(feat. Trouble)

"Fuck Shit"
(feat. Trouble)



[Hook]
Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit
Get yo head cracked for that watch and that bracelet
Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit
He makin songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch
Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit
Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights
If he try me he can pulse his body
Shootin cold my ivy, hands like I’m Ali

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka]
Gone off a molly once a nigga try me
2 bad bitches call it Rooster in my Rari
My young boys sure they know karate
Fake nigga, not me
In the hood find me, hanging with the real slugs
Trap nigga, come embrace us when you can’t find no rap nigga
I can't rap nigga but I still get paid off rap nigga
Adrian Bruno with them hands, make you tap nigga
Getting money, even eating with the jets nigga
Alright, fuck these niggas, they don’t really wanna take it there
Pistols in the club, my young niggas they ain’t flyin fair
Fuck shit, fuck shit – yea I be on it nigga
Take yo watch chain and ring, yea I condone it nigga
Squad!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wooh Da Kid]
Fuck shit, Wooh Da on that fuck shit
Full metal jacket, everybody brought a duck shit
I don’t give a fuck if your partner in the way
Wooh Da throwin bullets, this just how the roundin play
Ain’t probably thuggin, fat mack on TMZ
Step in niggas’ face, like he was the damn shis
I be on that fuck shit, we be on that BS (Squad)
Hunned niggas gunnin if you disrespect BS (Squad)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Trouble]
F U C K, S H I T
C R E W, woo that spells Trouble
Woo that's gotta be Trouble
Always on the fuckery
You fuck niggas never seem hot
Them same bitch holds, I’m screaming ah!
The one that I lean, squeezing that car 15
I made an offer on the shots I got
Run a ho here cuz these bullets are hot
Put your pussies in a shit bag, what?! Can you dig that
Imagine a bunch of grownups in Huggies, how you gon fix that?
They’re all gonna laugh at you, they’ll laugh at you
Consequence when you cross that line, I been talkin shit on the low
Blow your mind out, no timeout, you gon put yo head to the floor
Flocka
You got a problem? No problem, I got em
Fuck shit!

[Hook]