1.Google Me
OHH YEAHH!＊
Google me google me
It's gon tell you I'm a real nigga
Google me google me
I ain't never been scared nigga
Google me google me
I have been shot in jail nigga
Google me google me
I'm a always keep a tool on me (2x)
I'm fresher than a babys ass
Tryna get that baby cash
2 deep in the coop just me and chazz
All I see think and dream about is cash
Never ever had cash wat I rap for is cash
Let's get money nigga signed to so icey no swagg
Flocka bout his cash jim carey chain on my charm green as da
mask
10 17 you can call dat shit brick squad 4 90 37 you can call dat
shit hit squad
Slow down I'm goin outa breath flocka goin hard thinkin smart
makin new friends keep my
Hands in I'm about a dollar and I got no fuckin sense I need a
big ass house with a white
Picket fense
(so flocka)
Google me tell me wat you find cocaine dealers stay cookin all
da time
Whippin four ways babys and nine murderistic minds keep a 40 by
my side
Cartel be a real mexican goonie trap doin crazy numbers(？)pussy
talkin shit but now
He sayin nothin pull up to the red light mgm dumpin 2 always
zoomin dats part of my
Wardrobe scared of killin niggas then wat you got a strap for if
you ain't gettin money
Then what you live for six figure playmate on my fucking cellie
phone
Google me nigga pull up my resume it's gon tell you I do gangsta
shit everyday
I swear to tell the whole truth and nothin but the truth so I
gotta keep it 100 wen I'm in the
Booth and wen I'm in the streets even in my sleep I can go
anywhere bet they'll remember
Me into the red scott you better do yo homework I had my own
pistol I had my own purp
I never been a bitch I never turned snitch so if you disrespect
me that'll get you burned
Quick I hate bitch niggas I hang with real guys cause I'm a real
nigga you better realize
Google me mother fucker k-I-n-t-e-o waka flocka so icey mafia
may cut throat
Ball heads tatted up mexicans from da a box chevorlet 28 amigo
gettin paid
Google me see me black rag and pistol love dis gangsta shit
gutta life is what I live fo'
Type of nigga that'll blow no blow type of nigga that'll snatch
yo hoe south atlanta
Murder street in the hood you'll find me forest park riverdale
tool on deck google me
Need work need pills friends yeah just google me make money live
fast drug fights and
Gang life might sell yo grave yeah and kick yo door da same
night
2.Off Da Chain
Aahhh yeahh (so icy ent)
Waka... Flocka
Suga shane and david blayne
David lex on the beat
It's a god damn shame
The way I do the game
I'm rnb straight drop pure cocaine
David blayne
Now you know the name
You betta hide your bitch
Before your bitch be off the chain
Of the chain
We goin insane
We bouta 100 deep when we creep
Me and waka flocka flame
So please stay in your lane
Don't let that alcohol get a hole in your brain
BRICK SQUAADDDD!
He a lab rat I can't respect a nigga (FLOCKA!)
In the super tronic goose got him wet nigga (BOW)
Boy that good pussy got a nigga sea sick (WOO)
In the club like point at what bitch (SHOOT EM)
All these hoes in the club straight chewin (CHEWIN)
Flocka what you doin riding patrick ewing (YOU)
Blowin loud kush stinkin like a fuckin skunk
Boy don't play with me burn you like a fuckin blunt (BOW)
Suga shane waka flame got em goin ham
David blayne on the hook like god damn (DAMN)
10 5 4 verse call me ol kazelle (TEXAN)
Waka flocka flame got the club goin hell
O dey do it that's the brand new single
Waka flocka flame 2 hoes let's mingle
Pop 2 pills now a nigga rollin (ROLLIN)
They cool but the rims straight stolen (FLOCKA)
I got my billions up f-cking with them white folk＊
Now I don't give a f-ck cause I'm richer than them white folks
Lamborghini trucks, y'all ain't even seen it yet
Bought me Teterboro just to Diddy-Bop and land my jet
Now I'm hustlin out of Harlem Paulie Castellano
B-tch I am a problem, I just bought the Delano
Pimpin in my convo, b-tches come in combo's
Pictures of Christopher on my wall all in my condo
I don't f-ck with fake hoes, all I touch is J-Lo's, all I drink
is my sh-t
Ciroc by the case load
Movies is my next sh-t
2 mill on my necklace
Badboy, 80 million muthf-ckin records
I f-cked my money up
I bought another Rolls Royce to pick my homies up
My top back like old boy
Step your game up, you ride n-gga hold on
I switched the game up
One stack that's for the whole zone
That's 36 a kilo, b-tch I think I'm meano
B-tch I think I'm scarface
B-tch I'm Al Pacino
Took my b-tch to red lobster
I can feed no friends hoe
B-tch I'm on my high horse
Jewels I rock I die for
Cause that sh-t that I bought
Shoot your ass that's my fault
B-tch I'm on this asphalt
B-tch I'm on my last straw
Them choppers always do the thing
YEEEEAAAH, O let's do it
Ayy, O let's do it
Ayy, O let's do it
YEEEEAAAH, drug dealin music
Ayy, I influence
Ayy, I influence
I f-cked my money up, damn
Now I can't re-up
Ran off in his spot just to get stacks up
Now I'm back on deck,
So shawty what the f-ck you want
Heard he talkin sh-t but this ain't what the f-ck he want
Locked my CEO up
Now it's back to coka
N-ggas talkin sh-t bruh, hang him by a ropa
Hit em with the choppa
Call that sh-t hot lama
Call me waka flocka aka young wild n-gga
Aka young drug dealer
Got purp, got kush, got pills got white
In the trap all night with the hard and the soft
Shift it to the left then he shift it to the right
So icey brick boys got it all night
These lame ass n-ggas ain't got no fight
Kick in my door we gon shoot out all night
O let's do it, O let's do it
Burrr Burrr
Stack my money up, brick squad we so g'd up
I'm countin cash in my office sippin coffee with my feet up
Haters sending threats like they want beef but they know they
don't
Meet Flocka at the dealership I told him get what the f-ck you
want
They locked my homeboy Vona up 1999 for murder
Now n-ggas claiming zone 6, that I ain't never heard'a
Hit you with the garbage, why would I when I got shooters
You heard Gucci was locked up but that was just a rumour
Got purp, got pills, got lean, plus I got powder for you
snorters, you wanna find me？ I-20 to East Atlanta Georgia
I send my female shooters that rock-a-by-baby 1017
Shawty in my hood we got them Ak's
4.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
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
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
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
I'm 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
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 ain't 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 don't 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 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
5.Fanta Leaf
6.Friends
7.Faggot
8.Boomin
9.Everything Bricksquad
I said my necklace iced out, my left wrist iced out
Waka Flocka, best stay out my lane because I'm thugged out
Niggas gettin drugged out, you know what my clique 'bout
Hit 'em wit a bottle stomp his muthafuckin' lights out
Hands on deck make a nigga pull a tool out
Ballin this year I ain't gon stop until I wild out
Wild out wild out, Gudda Gudda wild out
Wild out wild out, Waka Flocka wild out
Young Money, Bricksquad
Waka Flocka get jump the club
Gudda, Waka Flocka
For the cash ill wrap a nigga ass up
Run un up in his house Jim Carrey style masked up
We the new Wu-Tang, the new No Limit
The new N.W.A, what's up Snoop and Dre？
Can't forget Eazy E, Ice Cubes on my neck
Fuzzy screamin waka waka bitch I got that check
I don't need no Flex but I gotta ball
Money Yao Ming, yes it's that tall
Yo Gudda gudda, what's up Gudda Gudda
I got rotten apple blood in my veins
I reversed the slave route
Came from up north to down south
(？)
Green flags, green lump
Su-woop till the peace up
Young Money nigga, I'mma rep to the death
You can see the Y.M. tatted on my neck
All my niggas wild choppas on deck
Stomp a nigga out, demand I respect
Me and Waka Flacka got the hand on the tec
And it's cash on delivery for handin my check
Nigga I don't talk much but when I do bitch pay me
Big money heavy weight, you can ask Baby
Birdman schooled me, Wayne told me do me
And stack big paper up, no need for loose leaf
My rubberband stacks can't fold into knots
I decapitate the top with two hoes in the drop
I'm countin up the money 'til my hands get blisters
Told my bitch to come help me, we can count it up quicker nigga
Real nigga music they talkin we do's it
Free my nigga Weezy and free my nigga Gucci
10.Love Me Or Hate Me
11.Ferrari's ＆ Maybach's
12.2 Timer
I done lost to many real ones, I can't lose no more
Look out for my dawg, blow some on a ho
Got my paper right, and my life straight
Counting cash up, this is my cake
Throw it, throw it, bitch I'm finna' blow it
Throw it, throw it, bitch I'm finna' blow it
Get your money mama, I'm a deuce liner
She mad at me, she say I'm a two timer
Money everywhere, bad bitches everywhere
Real niggas everywhere, bottles everywhere
Money imma' throw it, throw it
Twenty cake, tonight blow it, blow it, fuck yeah
Bricksquad Monopoly a click full of real niggas
My chain cost one hundred on the real nigga
I'm rolling off two pills nigga, for real nigga
If you riding in a G, we down to kill nigga
Tonight's a motion picture, baby girl what're you trying to do
tonight, let me know
Would these bands make this bitch dyke
Money imma' blow it, throw it
Hit the girl one time, never called her
If my girl asked me about you, never saw you
Mixing lean with patron, turnt' up- a holic
I say I'm living life cheap, so what you call it
Hundred bottles in the club, T.U
And my whole squad funky, P.U
And I know little mama wear that rocking see threw
She want to function with the squad on them see threws
Sizzle Lean on the track, hundred racks
How you get your money back, hundred packs
C.A. to G.A., that's a tax
Don't even call my phone, just send a text
I feel like a chopper, I feel like a chopper
With all these bricks, I'm the king I'm ？
Fifty racks in the club, bitches yelling out bravo
It's the king of the crest, the kid Eldorado, yeah
P.G.M., Bricksquad Monopoly
We popping B
Rozay, Clayco
Bad bitches, I keep those
V.I.P., get high with me
G5, mommy come fly with me
I'm in the club, playing with the TEC
Me, Waka, and YG, we love to flex
I'm rolling, off a double stack
I popped a molly, I'm on my back
Doing weird shit, acting kind of strange
All you need to know is bitch, I'm playing with some change
13.Hi-Jackin' Planez
Is it me or I'm trippin', them folks on my phone
When I talk I hear echoes in the background holmes
Looked out my window, seen a black Tahoe
Dark tints, two guys, two black suits
They say I'm wanted for third degree swag
Drop twenty in Louie, another thirty in Gucci
Sacks filled, shawty all I do is shop
Rolly on my left wrist, make a nigga jaw drop
BrickSquad Monopoly, this is it
The way the girl lock-jaw dick she like a fuckin' pit
They say life's a bitch, so I'm finger-fuckin' it
Wit a finger condom on, cause I don't trust shit
Put your lighters in the air
Put your red cups up
Blowin' back woods
Back to back I'm fucked up
Hijackin' planes, three years in the game
Got the money and the fame, but ain't nothin' really change
Bitches on my dick, cell phone keep jumpin'
Police out the window, man they think a nigga hustlin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
You want me for a feature, that's one brick
Shows goin' for two bricks, told her snort it off my dick
All I know is grind, go get it wit' it
You can tell we them bangers soon as I pulled down the brim
Where I'm from niggas rob their kin
You can't even trust a bitch or your best friend
Riverdale nigga this like Compton
Our pistols always barkin'
My nigga we get it poppin'
You can feel the tension soon as I walk in the buildin'
'Rari sit low to the Earth, call it caterpillin'
I'mma keep it grindin' nigga don't stop
In this industry, lames get all the credit
Put your lighters in the air
Put your red cups up
Blowin' back woods
Back to back I'm fucked up
Hijackin' planes, three years in the game
Got the money and the fame, but ain't nothin' really change
Bitches on my dick, cell phone keep jumpin'
Police out the window, man they think a nigga hustlin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I don't care 'bout no 'he say' 'she say'
Chase this money, love dineros like my fuckin' DJ
Lap full of weed, ridin' on the freeway
Y'all niggas industry, I do this shit the G way
I'm a boss, pussy nigga 'bout that gun play
Self-made, triple B's nigga all day
Can't do it with the Glock then get my brother K
All white diamonds on my neck, call it Lisa Ray
I'mma be okay, I don't need too much
Just a red cup and one vanilla Dutch
Put your lighters in the air if your fucked up
Flocka give three fucks, Remi Martin pour me up
Put your lighters in the air
Put your red cups up
Blowin' back woods
Back to back I'm fucked up
Hijackin' planes, three years in the game
Got the money and the fame, but ain't nothin' really change
Bitches on my dick, cell phone keep jumpin'
Police out the window, man they think a nigga hustlin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
14.Fans
15.Monopoly
16.Young Nigga (Remix)
17.Bricksquad／Duct Tape
18.Family
19.Dreams
20.Life Guard
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