1.DuFlocka Rant Intro
2.Stereo Type
I've been through so much shit
I've been through so much shit
they say I've blown up quick
I've been through so much shit
I've been through so much shit
they say I've blown up quick
brother dead, daddy dead, auntie got HIV
lord, can you please get this rage out of me？
started popping pills cause of shit that i've seen
and the shit that I went through as a child
me, Karma, Wooh running wild
love the way my fans go wild
never ever ever let words bring me down
broke three years ago, I'm rich right now
still bickin' back in the hood, blowin loud
love the way my bad bitch hold me down
free Lil Boosie, that's my rap
it fucked me up when I heard you on trial
I wonder if hip hop gonna stand up now
soul of the streets I'll tell my fans to hold him down
you in my prayers, my dog
and when you get out we gon ball, my dog
I'm tryna maintain
flood out my chain
do my own thang
keep this shit a hundred, dog
police be harassing me
'cause I'm thugging too hard
ain't no controlling me
I'm down with Brick Squad (Monopoly!)
they stereotyping me
they stereotyping me
they stereotyping me
you gon' need some reinforcements
they stereotyping me
they stereotyping me
they stereotyping me
I think I'm hearing voices
they stereotyping me
they stereotyping me
they stereotyping me
and ain't no controlling me
police be harassing me
police be harassing me
police be harassing me
but I'mma always keep it G
3.I'm From Grove Street
4.Mud Musik
Half a pint in my two liter...
I just slow sip,
This that mud drink, my rrari go hard in the paint...
Pulled up flexxin right, hopped out flexxin ice...
Niggas a give they life, just to live my life.
Bitches yelling, walking through the crowd,
With a triple cup, po', po', pour me up...
Bird game clique, flags in the sky walking through the club,
I swear to god I'm in sky.
Astronaut high, I'm that guy,
Stacks on stacks, racks on racks.
I keep mud on standby,
Got on real niggas that you can't even stand by.
I just low sip, po', po', pour me up!
Styrofoam cup, trip trip tripled up
This that mud drink, four ounces in a one liter？
This that mud drink, half a pint in my two liter？
Po', po', pour me up!
Styrofoam trip trip tripled up...
This that mud music, this that mud drink？
Styrofoam cup trip trip tripled up...
Styrofoam cup, we poring up
Gucci Flock, we blowing up,
We're so fucking up,
All our our foes, they be ducking us...
I'm Jack boy, you're a jackass,..
You must dress in the dark with yo tacky ass...
1017 yea that's my team, Bsm yea that's my theme
I'm a millionaire, it's reality,
You want a mil, that's a fucking dream,
I'm on mine got 2 nines, throw my watch in the air and let time
fly...
I'm DUI, I'm too hot, real dot nigga I'm too fly,
Young nigger I'm bout my bread,
I don't want no pussy girl give me head...
We ain't even got to stop to use the bed, ain't no need to fuck
up my spread
I'm drinking, I'm thinking,
All the real niggers we linking,
I just low sip, po', po', pour me up!
Styrofoam cup, trip trip tripled up
This that mud drink, four ounces in a one liter？
This that mud drink, half a pint in my two liter？
Po', po', pour me up!
Styrofoam trip trip tripled up...
This that mud music, this that mud drink？
Styrofoam cup trip trip tripled up...
This that kickstand campaign, over they head like an airplane,
Bring yo girl to the club round me and my niggas then she fair
game
I'm 2 Chains, I'm too much
Every time I fuck I get two nuts!
Every time you see me I'm with two sluts,
I ain't eating her out that's the crews cut...
Brick squaud, duffle bag bunch of knuckle head niggas saying
fuck the feds...
My bread long like subway, louies on unlaced
I ain't talking money when I hit you with this one cake...
I need two more liters, I got bass like two speakers,
It must be do or die, cause these niggas out here po pimping!
All we doing is slow sipping,
I'll be on that codeine, I got four sips,
About to pour it on his ice-cream.
I just low sip, po', po', pour me up!
Styrofoam cup, trip trip tripled up
This that mud drink, four ounces in a one liter？
This that mud drink, half a pint in my two liter？
Po', po', pour me up!
Styrofoam trip trip tripled up...
This that mud music, this that mud drink？
Styrofoam cup trip trip tripled up...
5.Wet Wet
Like my life got hard wood floors on it
I don't walk on concrete man
I walk on hard wood floors and ballin'
Like a person with no watch I ain't go no time for the bullsh＊t
FLOCKA
20／20 vision
Shoot with good precision
Make the wrong decision
Flat line you missin'
Time is money so you only got 5 minutes
New drop top, that sh＊t look like Carly
It's so f＊ckin' sexy, smokin' weed just like I'm Marley
Tray hair slangin', so them hoes dig it
If my spike look like my charm you no know imma' sip it
They call me doctor feel good
Beat that p＊ssy up make em' feel good
She screamin' pull my hair
Flocka slap my ass
P＊ssy so wet it feel like I'm takin' a bath
Slip and slide p＊ssy, you would think she know trick daddy
FLOCKA
That wet wet
That wet wet
She got that wet wet
That wet wet
Shawty got that wet wet
She got that wet wet
Shawty got that wet wet
That wet wet
That wet wet
Shawty got that wet wet
That wet wet
That wet wet
Shawty got that wet wet
I ain't gotta say the name
They throwin' money make it rain
My boys make it hurricane
She wet nigga
Just like my car paint
I got my moby dick all in her shark tank
She tryin' to eat me up
She's a man eater
You're on the charts
But I'm off the meter
Where your girl at？
Cause I'm off to meet her
You often eat her
I often beat her
You so cousin Skeeter
Boy I'm off to lead her
Got your girl sippin'
Yeah, she leanin' low
Got your girl strippin'
Jean jeans on the flow
She got that wet wet
She got that super soak
Fuck a supa head
I call this girl super throat
Bricksquad
Bricksquad
Everything Bricksquad
You know that p＊ssy's soakin' wet
She got my sheets soakin' wet
I'm slappin' on her ass f＊cking fast
Man I'm killin' it
She like boy you drillin' it
You all in my stomache
She like slow the f＊ck down you bout' to make a b＊tch vomit
All I need is some good ass p＊ssy
One f＊ckin' gat and some good ass weed
All I need is some wet ass p＊ssy
One f＊ckin' b＊tch and some good ass weed
Bricksquad Monopoly
Man it's soakin' wet
Man that p＊ssy wet
Man it's soakin' wet
Man that p＊ssy wet
Man it's soakin' wet
She got that wet wet
I got that mmm mmm
That comeback
That make a n＊gga want what he just had
Catier keep a c＊nt on his mustache
Make him smoke a blunt when he done ask
That come fast
Tight so deep no lifeguard
All white two seats
Don't touch shit that's my car
And since he a freak let the top down
Well he top me down
Any time so pretty wanna mop me down
When I go hard willed I'll mop it down
Love is mine me out everytime he goes down
Tell the kitty come hurr
When you make it go purr
And I scratch scratch
Watch my claws imma' cat cat
But I like them dogs
Imma' Pisces
No fishy fishy
Just wet wet
That squishy squishy
That wet wet
That squishy squishy
That wet wet
See that that squishy squishy
That wet wet
See that squishy squishy
That squishy squishy
That wet wet
That wet wet
That wet wet
Shawty got that wet wet
Who got that wet wet？
I'm lookin' for that wet wet
That wet wet
Shawty got that wet wet
Bricksquad Monopoly
That's my company
That wet wet
6.Drunk 2 Much
7.Bickin Back Bein Bool
Shoot at a nigga three feet or nine feet
Dump at yo mama house, now pussy nigga come and find me
Shoot at a nigga three feet or nine feet
Dump at yo mama house, now pussy nigga come and find me
Ice and kush got these bad bitches around me
Still that same nigga shawty from grade school
I'm bickin' back, bein' bool
Bickin' back bein bool
That mean I'm mellow right now, man
I'm on one man, I'm smokin' one
I'm hijacking planes man
Only smoke dutches
I'm just bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
I'm still the same nigga from grade school
I'm Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
I'm still the same nigga from grade school(x3)
Shoot at a nigga three feet or nine feet
Dump at yo mama house, now pussy nigga come and find me
Ice and kush got these bad bitches around me
Still that same nigga shawty from grade school
Whitey that ho shoot
Look at my shoe don bitches shinin'
I be grindin'
Roll up pills like time rewindin'
I'm bickin' back, shawty bein' bool
Riding in an old school soft top
On sixes, get my dick sucked
Sipping shawty on a triple cup
You ain't like Waka Flocka give three fucks
Hold up
Baby girl do you know how to roll up
Lets hit the night club and get fucked up
(flex)
And have the time of your life
(flex)
Pop and bus mothafucking price
(flex)
I'm seeing double in the club
Everybody's bitch start to look alike
I'm just bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
I'm still the same nigga from grade school
I'm Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
I'm still the same nigga from grade school(x3)
I drop sane shit
Buzzed and got paid
I fuck with the crip but all my cousins got k's
Like this shit sound great nigga
Still untuck my chain nigga
No just shoot for aim nigga
Hit you and who came wit'cha
Dunk!
What the fuck you expectin' nigga
Red flag who you checkin' nigga
Pop quiz no question nigga
Get your lesson nigga
Stop guessin' nigga
I'm just bickin' back
I'mma bang mine
Same country-ass nigga throwing gang signs
I'm just bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
I'm still the same nigga from grade school
I'm Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
I'm still the same nigga from grade school(x3)
I'm just bickin back being bool
Stay strapped keep a two
Get back who are you？
Two words, I'm King Wooh
R.I.P. Nate Dogg, the streets lost a gangster
Be a sim go hold it down everything is danger
Everything is caution
Everything is chill
Wooh the kid be bool and don't fuck up your deal
Nerves bad gotta smoke
Like a fiend when it come to dope
Puff puff never pass. Lungs filled with hella smoke
Just because I'm bickin' back please don't take me for a fool
Wooh Da Kid, yes I'm still that same young nigga from grade
school
Slam dunk up next no cups just sex
Waka flocka still flaming what the fuck did you expect？
I'm just bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
I'm still the same nigga from grade school
I'm Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
Bickin' back bein bool
I'm still the same nigga from grade school(x3)
8.Clayco
9.Baby Let Me See You Do It
10.Nigga Knowledge
11.2 Deep
[＊＊ feat. Gucci Mane, Wooh Da Kid, YG Hootie, Ice Burgandy, Slim
Dunkin, Lil Capp ＆ Frenchie：]
GROVE street, BLOOD we two deep＊
Don't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep.
GROVE street, BLOOD we two deep
Don't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep.
Too my nigga in a... bitch nigga mad cause I'm fucking this
woman
Get your ass beat put to sleep cause that's b game we too deep
I'm what's poppin on grove street I'm smokin kush it feel like
byrum
Fuck out my way I stay poppin if he hatin ain't YG take my G so
I...
Touch for... guns ring out like a harmony
One for two three for four... the best I think so, she think so,
we so on
Beat your ass like I'm mike tyson that's my type can't lie
that's my life.
Prime red flag I'm a figure role nigga, they don't know what
it's...
Just like my croll nigga, fuck a job, did that shit over the
stove nigga
Smell the blow on my mothafucking clothes nigga
Grind all day party all night, canary yellow diamonds, ferrari
all white
They say that boy a killer to me he alright
That nigga ain't got it all Shit we just alike
I ain't no vegetarian, bitch I like the beef
Put your lips on the curve make you bite the street cut yo
fuckin ankles off
If like to see, put your ass on the mug like some nike cleats
Quit actin 'fore I put you in the trunk dummy
Better break fast 'fore I take yo lunch money
You had a good show them goons had to clap ya
I ain't want yo bitch she got an attitude
See I came to the club on that bullshit
My partna outside with a full clip
... you don't wanna fight
'Cause after we beat yo azz yo gon lose yo life
So let that shit go pussy tuck that pride in
And when your niggas sleeping my nigga ridin
Grove st killers my nigga ridin
The choppa hangin on my shoulder like a violin
Brick squad so deep is a privilege to speak
All my fans say what's up and my local meet ＆ greets
Living reppard fuck it rugged cold name mothafuck it two bloods
and a blunket '78 cutless
Monster, monsters Gucci mane's a monstar
DTG is the title of my young star
The man of the south you can call em hellron
1017 brick boys made some lepchrons
F.R. are you... cussin out by you
Free niggas in the back of a G ride
That's how we ride I'm a a threat on the east side
Like panth up with no peace sign bitch I'm bustin at em look how
fast I reach mine
The only thing hanging is the pants on you
Knock you out u swear I had ciara's feet dancing on you
All my niggas trained to go strapped from straight from head to
toe
Play a stunt man and I put shawty lo
Blood tell you where you from west side inglewood
Don't tell em your name ice burgandy is tha name
I be in the hood, I've been hanging out my pocket like I'm hit
squad
My flag dark red like a brick wall
Inglewood avenue my party is like grove street, I'm young and
respected like an og
I ain't scared to shit look up in my eyes I push kaliana like in
1995
First rule never ride if that nigga snitching
Dey gon find him in a lake while dem boys fishin
You're just a pono wooh da king play yo position
Hole jus too big ain't no need for stitchin'
W O O H D A
K I N G he super straight
Taliban hit squad bustin on a grove
Come and holla at the king I've king of souls
12.I Don't See You
13.Pass Around
14.Pot Of Gold
15.She Be Putting On
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She the type I'll never ever act violently
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She the type I'll never ever act violently
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She pay her own bills cause she got her own check
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She pay her own bills cause she got her own check
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She the type I'll never ever act violently
She be puttin' on
My girl independent, bitch's all in her bizness
… make the whole boy …
Bought everything she own, .. when she smiling on
… that's when I heard she know
… to pay her theme song
That's my girl chick, man I love that bitch
I see lookin … what she taking in
It don't mind me though, she ain't no … bitch
When I wake up, … on the table, one rolled up, sprayed upon the
table
Baby …up drinking out of a cup, pass the sirop, I'm feel the
fucking …
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She the type I'll never ever act violently
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She the type I'll never ever act violently
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She pay her own bills cause she got her own check
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She pay her own bills cause she got her own check
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She the type I'll never ever act violently
She be puttin' on
Stunin' she going in, these hoes can't tell her nothing
She came home in a trench coat and under it was nothing
I'm so curious, it's serious, my car so fast and furious
But she'll drive a man delirious
I hope all y'all hearing this
She's got swag of a top model
Hurts like a …
She know I … I'm walking with a slight wallet
That chopper … I'm big Gucci …
… can I live？ Chick is know I gonna a rocka deal
… just cooling, I'm a dvd …
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She the type I'll never ever act violently
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She the type I'll never ever act violently
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She pay her own bills cause she got her own check
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She pay her own bills cause she got her own check
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She the type I'll never ever act violently
She be puttin' on.
16.One Squad
I said my necklace iced out, my left wrist iced out
Waka Flocka Flame stay out my lane because I'm thugged out
Niggas getting drugged out, you know what my clique bout
Hit em wit a bottle stomp his motherfucking lights out
Hands on deck make a nigga pull a tool out
Balling this year
I ain't gonna stop until I fall out
Wild out wild out, Gudda Gudda wild out
Wild out wild out, Waka Flocka wild out
Young Money, Bricksquad
Young Money, Bricksquad
Waka Flocka get jumped in the club
Gudda, Waka Flocka
For the cash I'll wrap a nigga ass up
Run up in his house Jim Carrey-style masked up
We the new Wu-Tang, the new No Limit
The new NWA, what's up Snoop and Dre
Can't forget Eazy-E, Ice Cube's on my neck
Fozzy screaming 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
But I'm gutta, gutta
What's up Gudda Gudda
I got rotten apple blood in my veins
I reversed the slave route
I'm from up north to down south
No more mean mugs at my show sshowing green love
Green flags, green love
Su-woo to the people
Young Money nigga
I'mma rep to the death
You can see the YM 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 so hand me 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
17.Clap Remix
18.Wake Up
19.This Is Bricksquad
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