Big Homie Flocka (Explicit) - Waka Flocka Flame

This trap hard it's on fire Beat around ni**a like

A busy bee player I won my hood no marathon

Took out for a minute now I'm back on Them base

Bigger my dreads longer My niggas realer

My w**d stronger Smoking that pack that body builder

Money talks I don't f**k with you You can't dress

You ain't got swag You a walking label you a

Signed artist Got my own label f**k these niggas

With their middle finger I'mma die reaching

I'm a gang banger so it's f**k what critics say

I'm talking money I keep wanting K Don't make me

Transform to my old ways Keep black diamonds on me

Like OJ I'm turnt up of no *** You turned down

You get no love Love is in the G so I'm in the crowd

Acting wild they all know I go hard B**ch

I'm death the child One phone call to them killers

At you That is speed dial I was visiting at the

Same time Joey beat his murder trial RIP to Call

That's a fallen soldier Still collecting opinions

I'm a humble ni**a Never joined forces make my

Own way I keep K no birthday f**k her all day

Competition I eliminate Follow street laws

Don't litigate I delegate you follow

I own my own sh*t you borrow Last ni**a try to

Rob me got shot Never seen before a half a mil'

That's real sh*t Big Homie Flock Squad