Waka Flocka Flame

[fox69]

"I Be Talking Gwap"

"I Be Talking Gwap"


Extasome, Yup!
Extacy, Bopp!
Extasome, Yup!
Extacy, Bopp!
Extasome, Yup!
Extacy, Bopp!
Rapping fruity dimey bricks
Got the shawty stupid rich
Green diamond spend this shit
I bought it 4 the hell of it
Kush pack loud come and buy you can smell the shit
28's so fucking high I'm sitting on them elephants
(Yeah bring that shit brick)
Ok the trap on smash, boy we getting cash
Speedracer kush pack, I get it off fast
Boy I'm on the block, Nigga come stop
My converstaion money, I be Talking Gwap
I be Talking Gwap, I be Talking Gwap
I be Talking Gwap, I be Talking Gwap
I be Talking Gwap, I be Talking Gwap
I be Talking Gwap, I be Talking Gwap

[Verse 1]
Eat with gwap, chew with gwap
Gotta chest of gwap, Fuck with gwap
Sleep with gwap, about my gwap
Man I only talk about gwap
I be off that extacy
So please homeboy dont fuck with me
Extasome, Yup!
Extacy, Bopp!
Rapping fruity dimey bricks
Got the shawty stupid rich
Green diamond spend this shit
I bought it 4 the hell of it
Kush pack loud come and buy you can smell the shit
28's so fucking high I'm sitting on them elephants
Talking to my plug, and my man go trapping
Smeezy on the trap and Lil Trav selling yoppers
Cap is selling mid by the motherfucking pound
I dont want that shit you can have the Bobby Brown

[Hook]
Ok the trap on smash, boy we getting cash
Speedracer kush pack, I get it off fast
Boy Im on the block, Nigga come stop
My converstaion money, I be Talking Gwap
I be Talking Gwap, I be Talking Gwap
I be Talking Gwap, I be Talking Gwap
I be Talking Gwap, I be Talking Gwap
I be Talking Gwap, I be Talking Gwap

[Verse 2]
Purple purple Kush pack
Kitchen burning kush back
Try 2 find me
Lies smelling where 2 look at
Cause I be where the foots at
Damn he at the trap
I got it 4 the low so if you want it ask 4 Cap
I got a toilet bowl sound, 365
You know I keep that loud as of now we cooking pies
The block showed me love, Flocka got the plug
Smeezy off the heezy got them bouncing in the club
Hoes give me hugs but them niggas looking funny
You cant talk 2 me if you aint talking money
Cause I be talking gwap, I be talking gwap
Im the man on the block, and I got that bitch on lock

Ok the trap on smash, boy we getting cash
Speedracer kush pack, I get it off fast
Boy Im on the block, Nigga come stop
My converstaion money, I be Talking Gwap
I be Talking Gwap, I be Talking Gwap
I be Talking Gwap, I be Talking Gwap
I be Talking Gwap, I be Talking Gwap
I be Talking Gwap, I be Talking Gwap

[Verse 3]
The trap on smash, Capper on blast
Smeezy is a hustler my pockets on cash
Im talking to my money, so my mission what my glock say
Benjamins and Franklins I fuck with them from far away
Boy I got grass, a $1000 smashing,
Take a left shawty, my women colors matching
You aint talking money, you aint talking shit
I be talking pounds, I be talking green
Stupid work ways, we talking flamingo
Boy I stay money, never free flamingo
I dont mean to cook it but my whip game proper
Triple steak shawty Im a fucking field mopper

Ok the trap on smash, boy we getting cash
Speedracer kush pack, I get it off fast
Boy Im on the block, Nigga come stop
My converstaion money, I be Talking Gwap
I be Talking Gwap, I be Talking Gwap
I be Talking Gwap, I be Talking Gwap
I be Talking Gwap, I be Talking Gwap
I be Talking Gwap, I be Talking Gwap

 

[fox69]

"I Don't Really Care"
(feat. Trey Songz)

"I Don't Really Care"
(feat. Trey Songz)



Standing on the chair like I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care

Waka flockaaa!
I keep them bad bitches yelling it
Thugged out rich as hell plus I'm throwing dick
Drunk as shit, everywhere I go I'm yellin bricksquad monopoly loud as shit
Throwing money in the air fuck it I don't care
50 for the ear rings that's 100 for a pair
Versace on my ass 2 bands for my underwear
Foreign cars foreign broads baller of the year
Sparkles on my champagne independence day
I ain't really want yo number yo friend look better anyway

Throwing money in the air like I don't really care
Standing on the chair like I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
Gotta stop, hold up too much money to fold up
Keep some green to roll up, I run it like a motor
You see the way I pull up, attention like a soldier
What you expect to happen now I'm swaggin on the sofa
I be so reckless, spend 100, 000 on my necklace
That mean my shit is colder, my neck froze polar
Bear nigga yeah, baller of the year
And we can take it there nigga I ain't never scared

Throwing money in the air like I don't really care
Standing on the chair like I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care

I see them haters watching fuck it let them hate
Mean mug them back yellin out I'm gettin cake

10, 000 worth of ones on the way, he ain't playin with
A check lil moma he just flexin, she came with you
She left with me, uhhh, interception
He saying he gone kill me when he catch me but I
Don't really care I don't, I don't, I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really carelly care

 

[fox69]

"I Got Em"
(feat. Trea Da Truth)

"I Got Em"
(feat. Trea Da Truth)



[Hook: Waka Flocka]
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel

[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]
If it's drama I got it I got it I got it
I he want it I got it I got it I got it
Tell that nigga I got it I got it I got it
If he trippin' I got it I got it I got it

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka flame]
I hop out, shots fired, Klaico man down
Hundred rounds, stand down
This the G south, we don't play around
I come around they don't say shit
Moment silence when that K's spit
This Rolls Royce got a pink slip
He 15 on that G shit
He 16 on that G shit
17 on that murk shit
My young nigga gonna flip shit
This 4-5 is my sidekick
Klaiko's my capital
Big rims, gold teeth
That country boy attitude
Don't make saddam move after you
Caught 'em caught 'em caught 'em slippin' at the red light
Run that chain, run that ice before you lose your life
Car jackings, home invasions this is my side
Loyalty over royaly in the squad I trust

[Hook: Waka Flocka]
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel

[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]
If it's drama I got it I got it I got it
I he want it I got it I got it I got it
Tell that nigga I got it I got it I got it
If he trippin' I got it I got it I got it

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
I pull up holding this choppa, bitch
If you at your place, you better get back in it
Cause the way I'm feelin' I might drop your bitch
If you wanna be pussy I'm gonna jump up it
In the black Phantom tinted and I fuck 'em
If a nigga run up on me better hang on duck 'em
Better have a bunch of niggas with a hell of a jaw
I'm a beat 'em the fuck up then bitch I'm bustin'
Gotta FM loaded up inside these jacket
The round 10 clips, only way I pack it
If I let them hoes fly you better be actin'
Get throw'd motherfucker I ain't shootin' for practice
They got drug money by the book or the mattress
If their heads wanted beef I'm a sell out my package
I'm the king of the streets, in the hood I'm a saint
I'm a send another nigga, fuck a nigga with them
I'm just lookin' for the right, I'm that nigga
You 'bout that life, how the fuck you figured?
Yea bitch who strapped up? My shit bigger
This message directed let no Twitter
I've never seen shots like a bitch who domin'
All black on a motherfucker and I roll it
Shout out to them navy seals with the shit I'm on
It all too work out, yea bitch I'm tonin'

[Hook: Waka Flocka]
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel

[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]
If it's drama I got it I got it I got it
I he want it I got it I got it I got it
Tell that nigga I got it I got it I got it
If he trippin' I got it I got it I got it

[Verse 3: Waka Flocka]
I said I swear to God I can't wait
Till the day this nigga slip head
Shot em off the motherfuckin reel make em feel the whole clip
Walking with a sliced limb 'cause them hammers is on deck
They don't kill you for no check they gon' do it for respect
Throwing up the wrong set better get your ass wet
Headshot off the motherfucking reel
I got boys vice low GD's and cribs
My bently and my ghost came with a pink slip
What you know by that, Flocka Waka Flocka
If you rob, gang bang play ball
To sell crack my back ain't gotta be against the wall
Just to shoot all this hunned clip
You can feel all of that
Aghhhhhhhhhhhh!

[Hook: Waka Flocka]
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel

 

[fox69]

"I Know (Freestyle)"

"I Know (Freestyle)"


Ha ha, you ain't nothin' you say you is
Just let everyone know
Uh, just know that I know, I know, I know
The streets; they fallin' strong
Just know that I know
Uh, fuck them
Nigga, you know I know

They know Flocka got these streets, fuck this industry
I know he fakin', fuck his feature, won't get shit from me
A lot of rappers see before [?] supporter
They just mirrors full of smoke, they ghosts, they can't afford it
You give the streets a bad name, you can't fill these shoes
No, you don't really live that life, who you tryin' to fool?
I'm the type that you call to get you chain back
You the type to go out of town and get your chain snatched
I'm the type to get some money, all my niggas' good
You the type to turn your back, that's a bad look
How you real, don't put no money on your [?]
But you buy a bitch Chanel just to hit the pussy
I lost some niggas in this shit, got some inner fans
I been up and felt some droughts, I done lost some bread
Know how it feel to be fucked up, can't even hold your head
But you ain't really in this shit, so you won't understand
You don't know how it feel to put your life on the line
For your niggas when this beef like, "Fuck the other side"
You ain't that nigga you say you is, boy, I know your kind
You the type to hit the cups, scared to throw your sign

Pussy-ass nigga, ha ha, fuck-nigga, I see you
God, it was poppin', man, homie, what's up, bro?
B.S. and we in this bitch, man
Down south criminals, man
You know how we rockin', man
Big homie shit, man
I'm in the hood, I'm in the raids
I'm overseas, I'm in America, I'm in China
I'm in London, I'm in Africa, I'm in Australia
Nigga, I'm everywhere, partner, what you up to?
Bank accounts in, like, seven different fuckin' countries, man
I'm eatin', man

 

[fox69]

"I'm Just Livin Life"

"I'm Just Livin Life"


[Intro:]
Down South Gutta Music (Yeah), this how crunk it is (Yeah)
Im just livin life, Shawty im just livin life (Yeah)
Down South Gutta Music (Yeah), this how crunk it is (Yeah)
Im just livin life, Shawty im just livin life (Yeah)
Down South Gutta Music (Yeah), this how crunk it is (Damn Son)

[Verse 1:]
I'm liquored up(Yeah), I'm drunk as fuck(What?)
I'm pulling over, I had enough
I'm feeling her (Yeah), she feeling me (What it do)
I'm living life(Yeah), like a movie(Take off)
Waka a star(What?), shawty freezy(Huh?)
Take a picture(Ok), Say cheese(Hello)
East Side (Eastttt), West Side(Westttt)
South side and North side lets ride
Lets get it poppin(What?), Lets go to work(Flocka)
Every weekend in the club smoking big purp
Now its Sunday nana yelling out boy go to church (Flocka)
I'm so tired I'm like dammit I can't go to church (Nope)
Its Waka Flocka(Flocka), Last name Flame (Yeah)
I do my thing(What Else?), when you see me mane[Brattt]
Blood here (Su Woo), Blood there(Flocka)

[Hook:]
Down South Gutta Music(Yeah), this how crunk it is(Yeah)
I'm just living life, Shawty I'm just livin life [x8]

[Verse 2:]
Its 12'o Clock(Yeah), now its show time(Flocka)
OG Gucci said Flocka boy get on your grind(Yeah)
I stopped trapping, now im rapping so its time to shine(Flocka)
I keep sweating now im dizzy boy im finna die
Hoes finna cry cause they want my number
Vacations for the summer, my first ride in a Hummer
I know I had to make it, keep it real and never fake it
Bricksquad clique so stop all that playa hating

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Get the guap, chew the guap, digest the guap
Run up in yo house with a mask and Glock
Disrespect the clique he gon die this year
Gucci Mane La Flare A.K.A tha polar bear
Frenchie flow retarded all that nigga get is stares
Wooh Da Kid he gon shoot you like a deer
Young Juiceman busting bricks all year
Waka Flocka Flame got the hood like
Flocka Flocka Flocka Waka Waka Waka Waka Yeah
Im just livin life shawty, im just livin life(Yeah)
Im just livin life shawty, im just livin life

 

[fox69]

"Ice Cream Cone (Gucci Diss)"

"Ice Cream Cone (Gucci Diss)"


[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
See I been shooting pistols since the 7th grade
I been a real nigga since 2nd grade
And when I met Gucci, thought I met a real nigga
Until he crossed the line and he became a fuck nigga
I used to share rooms, now I got it made
Niggas sip codeine like its lemonade
I’m still the same nigga with his nappy fro’
Ain’t nothing changed but this dirty cali coat

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
From roaches to Rolex’s I been through so much shit
Effin on me and I got an extra clip
Wish a nigga trip, wish them pussy boys slip
Geeked up off them drugs so he better watch his lip
Know a nigga blood, but respected by the crips
Shawty shake that ass, let me see you do a split
And you know I got an army, know I got some killers
If he try to harm me, I’m sending killers
Keep them fuck-boys from round’ me
Know they wanna doubt me
Wanna see me broke, locked down in the county
How the fuck you sending shots nigga, at a shooter
How the fuck you sending shots nigga, at a shooter

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
I ain’t worrying bout’ shit, nigga wreck crew all around me
If there’s 20 niggas then there’s 20 pistols around me
Jump in the water bet them young niggas drown you
Shooters shoot for free I ain’t gotta place a bounty
Overstep your boundary, I’ll revoke your blood pass
Used to be my nigga, now you jealous, where the love at?
No loyalty, you put money over all that
Fuck this industry, cause’ the streets know the real facts
P.S. Don’t get caught in that, this ain’t for promotion
All in your feelings, all in your emotions
Just for attention, you cause all of this commotion
Nigga you just talking you don’t really want your business in the open

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Im Sorry"

"Im Sorry"


[Verse 1:]
I feel sorry for these bitches, I just fuck em and leave em
I feel sorry for these fake rappers, nobody believe em
I'm not sorry, I get money on my grind on these skaters
I don't feel sorry for my public go get this money I made ya
Well known street nigga, gang bang in my major
Got a lot of shooters and they owe me so many favors
I got a lot of killas from the Delowe to Dacatur
I got some youngins kicking doors, ain't talking no Oakland they Raiding
I'm flipping enterprise off rental cars from Avis
Can't get no chips with no ritz, so I gamble like Vegas
Place a bet my driver land, say a prayer that she make it
I'm the dealer might fuck with ya, just depend how ya play it

[Hook:]
I'm sorry mama for the problems and the Headaches I give ya
I'm sorry dad for the hurtful shit I said I didn't mean it
I feel sorry for these niggas they can't help but be haters
I'm not sorry for these niggas broke, go get you some paper [x4]

[Verse 2:]
I read the news every morning gotta get me some paper
I'm not a rapper I'm a trapper, and a great entertainer
You gon' need a lifesaver I'll send you to your savior
I'm the coach, I'm the loaner, I'm the ref and the player
If he broke he a hater
If she broke I don't date her
Old lady on the plane, think I play for the Lakers
Cause I ball like I'm Meeks
Loyalty like I'm Meech
80 thousand for the rollie, quarter mill for the peace
Pink slip for my cars sorry you got a lease
I be doing the most, you be doing the least
I got a spot on the coast that sits right on the beach
Thanks to rapping you need some weed how about you buy it from me?

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"In My Business"
(with Waka Flocka Flame, feat. Rocko)

"In My Business"
(with Waka Flocka Flame, feat. Rocko)



[Intro/Chorus]
Yeah I stay busy, stay out my business
Cause I ride Benzes, ay that's my business
See all my lenses, are dark blue tinted
Cause I don't LIKE people in my business
In my business, I run my business
If ain't 'bout business, then I'm not listenin
In my business, I run my business
If ain't 'bout business, then I'm not listenin

[Gucci Mane]
If it ain't 'bout paper, there ain't no convo
See I ride scrapers, and y'all ride Volvos
But that's my M.O., I go where you won't go
I smoke what you cain't smoke, I'm rich and you're flat broke
See I'm not a blogger, and I'm not a jogger
I'm more like a mobster, just call me a baller
A Chevy Impala, sittin on them 40 O's
I got a lot of things but I owe 'em to Sergio
Gucci's a hustler, and he got clientele
Always got somethin to sell, just pullin your coattail
You hate me then oh well, I checked out a hotel
But now I get fan mail, my game at a stansstill
I checked out a hotel, you hate me then oh well
But now I get fan mail, my game at a standstill
Go spin like a windmill, I lower than windshield
See I got a good deal, but know what the hood feel

[Chorus]

[Waka Flocka Flame]
All I know, I'm one real nigga (Flocka)
Grew up 'round robberies and drug dealers
Dutches no Swishers, I'm the new God Fisher
Can't be Nino Brown cause that fuck nigga snitchin
Catch me on the Grove, chillin where it count
It's not just metaphors, pussy nigga you don't trap
Why they in my business? My name rang bells all through prison
They run up in my house cause they heard a nigga pitchin
Bitch that's my decision! Why you worryin 'bout me?
24 years old, I'm a fuckin O.G.
Riveralde in this bitch, young and rich, macaroni bitch
Two-door 6 B watch me shift, touchdown ref get off my dick
Middle finger when I see the (folk) fuck police
I got your salary hangin off my neckpiece
And to every nigga don't like me may you rest in piece
When I die label me a motherfuckin beast

[Chorus]

[Rocko]
Uhh uhh, they goin for 30, just sold 20
Got pajamas on, and I still feel like money
(This what I do!) Tied this down, my new hoes 20
The Beemer made me look 30, the Benz on 20's
Hell she talkin businee and lookin for it, you got any?
The L stash smash well hurry hurry bring plenty
(Bring it all) The full truck gank came we hungry in the streets
This dry town ain't rained for weeks
I'm still posted in the paint, try and stay on my pivot
I might travel in a minute, they better hurry and send it
(I'ma come get it) We independent, you talkin business nigga I'm listenin
A couple of commisary digits nigga to talk business

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Interlude"

"Interlude"


[Verse:]
Just smoked up, already I had a bad day
Shit was cool just yesterday
We was makin moves nigga yesterday but ya'll nigga yesterday
That's the past, kiss my ass
Street educated, good everywhere no hall pass
Police pull up hard and tucked it in my ball sack, that's the stash
Lifestyle fast, cash comin in fast
Couldn't do a 9 to 5 so I grabbed a black mask
That quick cash, tryna dup my casket
I'm a proud bastard, my park is Jurassic
Choppa kick gymnastics
Police kicked those doors, throw the work in them asset
Yo money like a mad chick

I said I'm going through so much

[Hook: x2]
My girl – she don't understand
My family – they don't understand
The world can't see it
Where I'm from you gotta keep a pistol
Where I'm from you gotta keep a pistol

 

[fox69]

"Intro"

"Intro"



Alright well look, here we go again
Shout out to my nigga DMX
You know when he was in a movie and he told Nas
You thought you can't eat puffs nigga
Yea, shout out to my nigga X cause this how I feel
Here we go again

Now you The Waka Flame 2 Half-Time Show
And nothing here when all this shit
Brick Squad Monolopoly and they doin fuckin tours
And they in Europe and nobody gives a fuck
Really like honestly
So once here I got phantom so
So what it's two of em? So?
Nobody gives a fuck and you fly private
So what?
No one cares!
I mean yea I drop mixtapes, I give away music for free
Flocka run around with his fuckin hair swingin all over the place
All the bitches, Flocka can you be my baby daddy?
Fuck all that! Ya'll bitches be buggin
That need to get at me like real shit
Like I don't understand all this
The Waka Flocka game
His shit went platinum and they crashed servers, who cares?
I don't give a fuck
Me and my niggas don't care
We don't like ya'll, we really don't like ya'll
So yea I got all the bitches, so?
So what? Nobody gives a fuck
So ya'll come down and download this shit
And everybody happy and I don't care
Real shit, fuck all that
DuFlocka Rant 2 and Luv Camarro and Half-Time Show
No one cares
Except for me, I pull you motherfuckers out
I swear to God
I know I gotta close it
I'm one of loose threads and I won't be Brick Squad everything
I'll be for it, gonna be for it, ain't gonna lie to ya'll
I'll be actin like I'm mad and shit
But when ya'll pull up I'll thinkin ya'll wouldn't even call
Do anything, I'd do anything
Play some other
I'll be on the tour bus, I'll serve the food
Whatever man, give me a chance
Ya'll could give me a little one, ya'll don't gotta give me a big one
Give me a little chance, I swear that I'm cool with that
Just as long as I'm down with ya'll, please