Waka Flocka Flame

[fox69]

"Fuck This Industry"

"Fuck This Industry"


Real nigga music
Hey man the industry is so mothafucker dirty
Watch out for these labels
Make sure you know what your doing before you sign a contract, right
Don't get a 360...

[Chorus x2:]
Fuck dis industry
Bitch I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis industry
Bitch I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis industry
Bitch I'm in these streets...
Lord take my back da devil entered me.

Lord take my back da devil entered me.
Fuck dis industry
Bitch I'm in these streets...

They say... is pain
I call it bullshit
Cause when I'm finished cryin
I'm back to this bullshit
I got a four clip from my enemies
They wanna see me dead off these fuck streets
I drink this fuck liquor you know the remedy
Waka Flocka Flame ain't no endin me
Shout out to my moma (momma) she got my back
Man I love my family
That's a fuck fact
Fuck this industry
I mean that shit dawg
Waka Flocka Flame
Man I want it all
I can't trust myself
So don't trust me
I can't trust my friends
When they set me up
Back to this bullshit
Man this industry full of bullshit

[Chorus x2:]
Fuck dis industry
Bitch I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis industry
Bitch I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis industry
Bitch I'm in these streets...
Lord take my back da devil entered me.

Damn I miss my brother
They wanna see me under
Disrespect my mother
You gonna met my brother
KK that shit fuck up
25 to life he did it to defend his life
Shout out to my grandma
For all them ass whoopin
That shit made me tough
No more ass whoopings
Shout out to my three they showed me how to?

For that all my life I gotta have it all
Shout out to my aunties for their female love
They showed me how to cook and clean and show women love
Shout out to my nieces and my nephews
And I love my family
One day bless you
Momma don't cry we gonna get it
And we do it again
We gonna show em that we got it
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
They don't want shit
But my money

[Chorus x2:]
Fuck dis industry
Bitch I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis industry
Bitch I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis industry
Bitch I'm in these streets...
Lord take my back da devil entered me.

What's up to my block
Hello grocery
What's up SHYtown
What's up OD
What's up LA
Shout out to woovy
What's up to Miami
What's up?
What's up Asian Fresh
?
And my nigga KIbo
That's my fuck dawg
Nigga real tough
Shout out to New York to the North Side
Shout out to NC and to?
Shout out VA
Shout out to M Town
West wood bloods
Threw the set up now
Man I love my street niggas
What the fuck would I be without my street niggas
Shout out to Gucci
? Frenchie
What's up Juice Man
This is Bricksquaad!

[Chorus x2:]
Fuck dis industry
Bitch I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis industry
Bitch I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis industry
Bitch I'm in these streets...
Lord take my back da devil entered me.

 

[fox69]

"G-Check"
(feat. YG Hootie, Bo Deal, Joe Moses)

"G-Check"
(feat. YG Hootie, Bo Deal, Joe Moses)



I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin',
flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'?
G Check [x8]
I ran up on this nigga, who yo big homie?
Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no
G Check [x8]
Ran up on this nigga, finna check the boy status
Look him right up in his eyes like, nigga where you from?
Who yo big homie? What block you niggas bang?
Who you know up on that yard, talkin' real big homies.
Respect all the riders, G checkin' all the phonies
You fuckin' with no suckas, they lying, they say they know me
I'm from west side (?), west side (?)
God bless all my ridahs, death to my enemies,
I'm taking niggas flags, you better leave the spot
For all niggas on my block, it's like me snitching to the cops,
Outta line you get disciplined, better do some missions then,
I ain't give my name for free, fuck I had to get it in

I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin',
flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'?
G Check [x8]
I ran up on this nigga, who yo big homie?
Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no
G Check [x8]

Nigga frontin', I'm hit him up,
Nigga what, we can get em up
Pussy niggas aint real as us
Just like a candle I lit em up
Always talking that tough shit
I ain't the nigga to fuck with
Choppers loading up, niggas folding up,
Superman couldn't duck this,
(?), big boss, VL is all I know,
Catch ya in that field hoe,
Steamers rolling up real slow
Niggas breaking out scared as fuck,
Tuck and tail, you a man or what?
I ain't think so, cock and squeeze I'm dropping everything standing up
Lay down and get laid down,
40 cal and they came down
What you claim, better say it now,
Got a gun better spray it now
Oh you will get your ass knocked off with the (?),
Topped off, dumb dumbs will leave you burning like hot sauce

I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin',
flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'?
G Check [x8]
I ran up on this nigga, who yo big homie?
Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no
G Check [x8]

It's money over everything,
Five, four wedding rings,
Married to the mob, all I know is mighty brim game
B's up what it do,
5-0-5-2,
37-62, (?) is like a fucking zoo,
Lions and them tigers, I be mobbing like them YG's,
AK-a chopper nigga, silence when that chopper squeeze,
Fuck em Waka Flocka all out it's like the new mob,
When we say fuck em new west, this is Brick Squad,
Down like I'm 'posed to be, niggas don't get close to me,
I'm blood and bitch this blood's on the set, this how it supposed to be,
We thuggin bitch, we supposed to beef,
We killin' shit, you supposed to grieve,
Shug Gotti tell em who got the streets (hahahaha)

I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin',
flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'?
G Check [x8]
I ran up on this nigga, who yo big homie?
Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no
G Check [x8]

 

[fox69]

"Game On"
(feat. Good Charlotte)

"Game On"
(feat. Good Charlotte)



[Hook - Joel Madden:]
This is not a game now, nobody can save you
Spent up all your change and now your turn is done
We won't be afraid cause we're the ones who made you
Knock you out the frame, we won't stop until you're gone
Game on, game on

Assassin, soldier and a captain
Feel the passion, no compassion, but I'm askin'
You say you ready, well, I'm attackin'
A predator in my competitors this second
I'm never lackin', boy, I'm ready for that action
That was braggin', man, what happened to you has-beens?
It's amazin' all the places and the people faces
Ah, bought the tour bus like a spaceship
I'm racin' against nothin' but time
Probably wouldn't be so lost if you was watchin' the signs
They gon' play me like a PlayStation from playin' on that station
But I'm a be the face of a generation
Kids wit' no patience or directions
Never doubt or question my effort
Gameboard, gameboard, hope you people ready
I'm reloaded and I hope my trigger finger steady

[Hook]

Can't Xbox me in, cause in my lane
No controller but me playin' my game
This a different league, a different bracket
I'm a different gene, a different faction
I will never fall off, I just fall back
Don't make me pull up, pull up where you boys ball at
And show you little fake hustlers what the trap is
I have you run, it's do or die, it's all practice
I got warrior blood, I fear no heir
No army, no weapon, no man
Killer instinct, I just go harder than motherf, but I pull larger
I can't let you Mini-Mes steal my Austin Powers
I've travelled plenty seas, spent many hours
To make Flocka be the best he can be
So you gon' show respect when you talkin' to me
That number one spot legacy I see is my hit
And what you take what you is, what you leave behind

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Geekin"
(feat. K-So)

"Geekin"
(feat. K-So)



[Verse 1:]
Trap through a half a bullet, gon break down
Just hit a lick for wrap a pit on every pound
Came up 7 O's using half a pounds
Won't my homeboy knock em off, it's goingdown
Knock em off, it's goingdown
I said knock em off, it's goingdown
Sold em dog food, bells are rattled nigga
Flexin with me savage nigga, gotta have it nigga

[Hook:]
I'm geekin, I'm geekin
Hell yea young nigga geekin
I'm geekin, I'm geekin
Hell yea young nigga geekin
But don't worry, just a flash and I'm geekin
Put a lick through it, in the club geekin
Now that nigga go swappin that freaky
Just threw a quarter mill Shawty it ain't weekend

[Verse 2:]
My young niggas they geekin
Might catch a face, might eat yo face
My young niggas they geekin
One false move, it's a blood pool
West gang on my hancho
Make it rain, nigga poncho
Or a back stroke
Seem to the morgue where the rats go
Summertime, you know them murders keep going round
Grab my homeboy
It's going down
The police killed moreli, team is going down
We got the hot summer yup, it's going down
And we geekin
I'm poppin pills and I'm keepin it trill
Fuck these niggas and fuck these haters
And fuck these mills
I'd rather die a real nigga
On bloods nigga, I own the game nigga
10 toes down, me and Waka Flocka Flame nigga
I'm the same nigga

[Hook:]
And I'm geekin, I'm geekin
Hell yea young nigga geekin
I'm geekin, I'm geekin
Hell yea young nigga geekin
But don't worry, just a flash and I'm geekin
Put a lick through it, in the club geekin
Now that nigga go swappin that freaky
Just threw a quarter mill Shawty it ain't weekend

I'm always geeking, geeking
Man I got you be freakin
Right now man I just want to get deep right now
Nah wuh mean?
Stay niggas on man
Ya feel me?
And you drinkin that drink some mo man
Just smoking smoke smoke pot
This a motherfuckin party tho
Hold up, let me talk some shit
Flocka Flocka

Black be Boosy back I gotcha
Hunned in the choppa, I'll murk me a nigga
Put a hundred on the case, you really go my nigga
I'm free, it ain't shit to me
BSM my family, you don't fuck with them, you don't fuck with me
Couple shootouts and robberies
Most most my niggas got families

[Hook:]
I'm geekin, I'm geekin
Hell yea young nigga geekin
I'm geekin, I'm geekin
Hell yea young nigga geekin
But don't worry, just a flash and I'm geekin
Put a lick through it, in the club geekin
Now that nigga go swappin that freaky
Just threw a quarter mill Shawty it ain't weekend

 

[fox69]

"Get Low"
(feat. Nicki Minaj, Tyga & Flo Rida)

"Get Low"
(feat. Nicki Minaj, Tyga & Flo Rida)



[Hook: Flo Rida]
Lemme see you
Get it low, to the floor
Baby no, don't rush
Once you get it on
I'mma get you home
I'mma Put it on

[Verse 1: Waka FLocka]
Oooh, she's just my type (Flocka)
Hair long and her eyes light
Her smile shine like the sunlight
One of a kind, baby momma type
Friend mugging, she the hater type
Waka Flocka, I'm the player type (Flex)
Jewelry bright, winter white
Champagne chilled on ice
Hold up!
Every bad bitch in the club to the dance floor
Hands on your hips, get real low
Throwing money, my M.O
So slot me your info
Let me know, what you doing tonight girl
I ain't got time for no games
I'm only here for tonight girl

Lemme see you get low, low, low
To the floor floor floor
Grab your hips girl
Fuck your man
Gimme some more more more

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Ride for him
Cause he say I ride real good
Pop star, but I fuck him like I'm still hood
Heard he wanna spend money on a red bitch
Wanna see me do tricks with the next chick
Anyway, boobs up and my ass out
Somebody get a medic when he pass out
Big Nicki in the game nigga
Bricksquad, I ain't fucking with no lame nigga (ahhh)
Dis dat part when I slow it down like this (ahhh)
Somebody better get da bitch another round (ahhh)
Fly as fuck I need a co-pilot
When I come out it's a motherfucking whore riot

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tyga]
They your size, little waist don't match your thighs
Say you're on my level but my level too high
Looking in your eyes, don't look so surprised
I know you ain't heard that, before
Searching in the club and I just found one
Pick up lines, I just dropped mine
Single for the night, tryna double my fun
So what's up, to the bad bitch
In the corner, with her ass big
And her hair long, I'mma grab it
She call me daddy, but I'm a bastard
Like, I ain't tryna be horse & carriage
Or tryna take care of you, so put your bad habit
I just wanna smash it, smash it
Pass it, show you where the cash is, cash is
But first lemme see you...

[Hook: Flo Rida]
Lemme see you
Get it low, to the floor
Baby no, don't rush
Once you get it on
I'mma get you home
I'mma Put it on

You be like (ooh ooh), wrap your legs around (me, me)
I'll be on top of (you, you), you'll be like (ooh ooh)
I'll be like (ooh ooh), wrap your legs around (me, me)
I'll be on top of (you, you), I'll be on top of (ooh ooh)

[Hook] x2

You be like (ooh ooh), wrap your legs around (me, me)
I'll be on top of (you, you), you'll be like (ooh ooh)
I'll be like (ooh ooh), wrap your legs around (me, me)
I'll be on top of (you, you), I'll be on top of (ooh ooh)

[Outro]
Get Low!
To da floor!
Baby no.. don't rush!
Get it on!
Get ya home!
Put it on ya! [x2]

 

[fox69]

"Ghetto Child"
(feat. Gepetto)

"Ghetto Child"
(feat. Gepetto)



The homie flag, be as simple
Automatic singing dice games,
We was gettin money to the fancy tangs
Two gold chains be dedicated
On my clothes you can still smell cocaine
But my family have so [?] without cocaine
We thank God when that blow game walking though the rain without a coke
Living all upon the truth, hope that we all make it all to get tongue
Lil know they way I pay this bitches
My nigga so illegal ambitions
Full with the dish now all your family lives with the memories and pinches
Fuck niggas, fuck bitches, fuck niggas, fuck bitches, get money, stag money
I wish they act wrong even that funny
I got bitches that will die, killers that will clap for me

[Gepetto:]
It's all about this struggle to make it all we are the hustle
When your bro they won't trust you
When your money right they gonna love you
Friends stay first, keep your enemies close, enemies close,
Cuz those ones that stay by your side they be doing the most
Doing the most

Please don't get it confuse this is rap money
Mix with the little street money
I talk about long drives no sleep money
Bitches walking on the [?] that dirty deep money
Always told don't talk just look
Family from the street I was raise by th street
Certify streets never raise by the book
Straight educated, I can tell that you shut rapper
Every goof girl love a hood nigga
Real recognize real when you real nigga
I'm taking over companies sunny deal
If you want a bill make a mill
Never skip a mil, keep your lips still nigga
Fuck nigga it's time to heal figure
You take cake and fame, you keep it real I fuck with you
Boy this level to the shit
I said fire to the ass life with the devil in his bitch

[Gepetto:]
It's all about this struggle to make it all we are the hustle
When your bro they won't trust you
When your money right they gonna love you
Friends stay first, keep your enemies close, enemies close,
Cuz those ones that stay by your side they be doing the most
Doing the most

 

[fox69]

"Ghetto Gold"
(feat. Waka Flocka)

"Ghetto Gold"
(feat. Waka Flocka)



[Intro - Waka Flock Flame:]
Damn, I wish they'd take the chains off
I wish they'd open the motherfuckin' gates
Free all my niggas
I wish everybody walk out that grave man
All my loved ones man, SQUAD

[Chorus - Waka Flocka Flame:]
This one for the homies locked down the road (You Know)
Tryna get them bricks n' bales; that's that ghetto gold (Jug)
I would never rat a nigga out, could never fold (Flocka)
Stay down till you come up
Realest shit somebody ever told me
Molded by the OG's, the game done show me (You Know)
Tryna to stay away from the police (Woop Woop)
A hustla ain't shit if he can't save (Unh-uh)
Go to sleep and pray to God I wake up to a play (Yes)

[Verse 1 - Young Scooter:]
Shit Hot, streets ain't safe
New got fifteen just the other day (Damn)
Roots snitchin' in the street, what the hood say
My partna be doin' a life sentence, cause he didn't think
I know I'm facing thirty years fuckin with the sink (Whip)
I get so much money I can't even think (Jug)
Twenty years old, bought my first mink
Flashback, Spooks' spot, house full of things
Now my partner Polish, I jug off everything
What I know about the streets? I know everything, I sold everything
I know everybody, I hope you make that appeal, I'm talkin bout everybody

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Waka Flocka Flame:]
Shit hot, streets' ain't safe
I pray when I kick his door he got a safe (For Real)
Just dead presidents, my pockets stuck in graves (For Real)
Throwing Hail Mary's, Flocka out here catching plays (For Real)
One foot in, One foot out
Fox was home for a week and got took out (Damn)
Lord, why K.O. take his life away
Oh why Rah-Rah had to die, on his bike that day
Why my father have a stand off at the numbers store
I feel like I can't take no more
Dunk missed his flight and died in a studio
Plus my mama just beat cancer (You Know)
I'm looking at the sky for an answer

[Chorus]

[Outro]

 

[fox69]

"Go Crazy"

"Go Crazy"


[Hook x4 - Waka Flocka Flame:]
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go mahfucking crazy

[Verse 1 - Waka Flocka Flame:]
I'm a hustler you lazy
If you getting money go crazy
Ya those streets really raised me
Shout out to them 80's babies
Shout out to them 90's babies at my concerts jumping up and down going crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
Now yell out fuck you pay me
Mosh pit, mosh pit everything in this bitch
Most pit, most pit everything in this bitch
Brick Sqaud monopoly
When I [?] I go crazy
One shot, two shots, three shots, fuck it
Four shots, five shots, six shots I love it
Jump up and down white boys in here
[?] don't want to party fuck out of here let's make it clear
Fuck up your shoes, fuck up your hair, weed in the air
Fuck up the club standing on the chair
Spraying champagne cause I really don't care
Nominate me hype man of the year

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2 - Machine Gun Kelly:]
Pack so loud that I can't hear nothing (eastside motherfucka)
Come to my town see if them boys bluffing
Call for the belly on the celly like brrr
Pull up to the telly on Pirellis like skrrr
[?] tatted on my belly
Riding heavy in the Chevy with some felons who can get it
White boy black boy all them tats boy
Never rap boy that's a fact boy
I'm a bad boy not a frat boy
Only fuck if that pussy fat boy
Love my bitches all my bitches
Titties always out no bra my bitches
Thirty naked women getting busy in the kitchen
Whole crib smelling like Popeye's chicken
Now what I say, fuck them boys that ain't down with my squad
Middle finger up give a fuck about y'all
Fuck them boys that ain't down with my squad
Got a hundred motherfuckers outside your yard

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Going Off"

"Going Off"


[Hook: Waka Flocka]
I could hear all them hater's going off
I could hear momma's cryin' at the coffins
If a nigga try me, I'mma off him
I think my phone tapped, so talk with some caution
In the morning, I can get you brown D, I can get you good weed
I can get you tan, I'm talkin' about Alicia Keys
I can get ya mid-grade, talking about a G a P
I can get ya crystal rocks, I'm talkin' about that molly

[Bridge: Waka Flocka]
Boy I love my hood, so it's tatted on my body
These nigga's mad when I pull up in that Rari
I don't like to brag, but they know I got an army
Fuck with me, I send them shooters, put that on Charlie
Automatic going off

[Hook]

[Verse 1]
Back in my county, we movin' like the Gotti's
Flexin' with that ice on, boy you a robbery
I can't talk to you, if it ain't money
Ballin' like I'm Hartfield, J's hit the rock
Get the dancin' to the Dougie, say yo ass a dummie
Got the trap jumpin' the some double dutch
Pussy, get your money up
Fuck with me you double up, triple up
If you ain't getting money, then you fuckin' up
Playin' with my money, then I'm sending red crew after you
I can see your momma cryin' front row at your funeral
Talkin' bout, harming me, you better watch [?]
I'm from the southside, where they bang red and blue

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
If a nigga try me, Rock-a-bye baby
Born in the eighties, the crack era raised me
Imma give em' hell, til these pussy nigga's cage me
Shout out to this microphone and scale, that's what pays me
I'm sucker free, bet a nigga won't look wrong or even fuck with me
BSM, yeah we more than just a company
More, we the Mafia
Pussy boy we droppin' ya
Hollow tip shells got you singing like the opera
Fire your ass up, like them candles during Hanukkah
Drop it then they findin' ya
Wipe your family out like you're the punisher
Push a nigga wig way back, touch his Yarmulke

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Grove St. Party"
(feat. Kebo Gotti)

"Grove St. Party"
(feat. Kebo Gotti)



[Waka Flocka]
Grovvvvvve Grovvvvve Streeeeettttt.....FLOCKA!

[Waka Flocka Flame - Chorus]
I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin that's why the bad hoes jockin

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk, rollin a lot I'm trying to get fucked up

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

[Waka Flocka Flame]
I step in the club, rollin on that loud shit
My weed keep your security saying be quiet
My bread startin a riot, your girl getting excited
hold on wanna try it, I'm like why not try it
My swag they wanna buy it, my juice they wanna try it
club going stupid, when I Oh Lets do it
Chu ain't gotta chew it, juking and she moving
Grove street villain nigga who you killin?
Broke two years ago, now I'm worth a million
Jacksons to the ceiling that's how we ballin
You know that I'm rollin
Throwing up the mean bread
Now I'm bout to meet her in the club with a heater

[Waka Flocka Flame - Chorus]
I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin that's why the bad hoes jockin

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk, rollin a lot I'm trying to get fucked up

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

[Kebo Gotti]
A party ain't a party til I walk in it
Lime green flap match the fitted and the linen
Gucci shades are on my face and my lens kinda tinted
Cause my eyes real low and my head just started spinnin
I'm rollin like a mothafucka I'm a roll out in this motherfucker
Ima roscoe dash it Ima bout to show out in this mothafucka
My jewelry game on frost about to snow out in this mothafucka
Ay flocka get them burners lets pull out in this mothafucka
Ay mothafucka what the hell is you rockin for run up on me and my squad
No that shouldn't be an option so
Somebody betta let you know I suggest that you let it go
This is grove street party safe niggas hit the exit door

[Waka Flocka Flame - Chorus]
I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin that's why the bad hoes jockin

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk, rollin a lot I'm trying to get fucked up

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

[Waka Flocka Flame]
Rollin on them leaves, you can do the lean
Blowing on that loud perp, pass that bobby brown back
The hood got my fucking back, the streets I'm not duckin that
Please step the fuck back, grove street yes we are back
Hood plus I'm a nigger rich, every ghetto feeling this
20 on my right wrist, 30 on my left wrist, 100 on my neck iced out for my respect
20 fucking 10 Ima blow the whole check
In the club flex, after party flex, you know how we ball, all I know is ball
Every dollar in my pocket Ima spend it all, when a nigga die they gon say shawty raw

[Waka Flocka Flame - Chorus]
I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin that's why the bad hoes jockin

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk, rollin a lot I'm trying to get fucked up

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party