| I go hard in the motherfucking paint, nigga |
| Leave you stinking, nigga |
| What the fuck you thinking, nigga? |
| I won’t die for this shit or what the fuck I say |
| Front yard, broad day with the SK |
| See Gucci, that’s my motherfucking nigga |
| I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad killers |
| Waka Flocka Flame, one hood-ass nigga |
| Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga |
| Got a main bitch, got a mistress (What else?) |
| A couple girlfriends, I’m so hood rich |
| Keep my dick hard and keep me smoking |
| You’ll get bills free, shawty, no joking |
| And what I stand for? Brick Squad |
| I’ma die for this shawty, man, I swear to God |
| In the trap with some killers and some hood niggas |
| Where you at? Where you trap? You ain’t hood, nigga |
| Keep this shit 300, put that shit on my hood |
| Crips fucking with me, G’s, and the Vice Lords |
| Esés and amigos freestyle off the dome |
| Brick Squad, Waka Flocka Flame is fucking home |
| I go hard in the motherfucking paint, nigga |
| Leave you stinking, nigga |
| What the fuck you thinking, nigga? |
| I won’t die for this shit or what the fuck I say |
| Front yard, broad day with the SK |
| See Gucci, that’s my motherfucking nigga |
| I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad killers |
| Waka Flocka Flame, one hood-ass nigga |
| Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga |
| What’s up, pussy nigga? What’s up, punk nigga? |
| They got on that nigga, make your mama’s mama miss you |
| Hope you got your killers with you, hope you got your niggas with you |
| Hope your goons riding with you, they gon' fucking miss you, nigga |
| Nigga with an attitude like Eaze and Cube |
| When my little brother died, I said, «Fuck school» |
| I picked the burner up and I grabbed some marijuana |
| Two years later, screaming out, «Your honor» |
| Glock-9, the SK, if you want to beef |
| Shawty, point blank range, I’ll put your ass to sleep |
| Shawty, talk is cheap so watch what your say |
| Broad day in the air like this shit legal |
| Desert Eagle, gold and back, that’s to pull the trigger |
| I go hard in the motherfucking paint, nigga |
| Leave you stinking, nigga |
| What the fuck you thinking, nigga? |
| I won’t die for this shit or what the fuck I say |
| Front yard, broad day with the SK |
| See Gucci, that’s my motherfucking nigga |
| I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad killers |
| Waka Flocka Flame, one hood-ass nigga |
| Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga |