big homie flock intro

Waka Flocka Flame

The trap hot, it s on fire
Either way a nigga like a busy b play
I run my hood, no marathon
Took off for a minute now I m back on
Them bass bigger, my trez longer
My niggas rhythm, my weed stronger
Fuck a backpack, that bodybuilder
Money talks, I don t fuck with niggas

Ha ha ha ha

You been undressed, you ain t got swag
You a walkin rapper, you a signed artist
Got my own label, fuck these niggas
Play the middle finger on my diary
She in the gang banger so it s fuck a peezy
Wiped cream say I ain t talkin money
I keep 1 K, yo nigga transport to my old ways
Keep black doors on me like Oj
I m turnt up off no drugs
You turnt that, you get no luck
Blow the energy so I m in the cloud
Actin wild, they know I go hard
Bitch I m good with ya ll
One phone call, send them killers at you
That s speed dial, house visit 10 years
At the same time Joey beat his murder trial
All the count, that s upon the soldiers
Still collecting opinions, I m a humble nigga
Never join forces, make my own way
I keep date, no birthday
Fuck a off day competition
I eliminate from the street laws
Don t litigate, I delegate, you follow
I m own my own shit you, you borrow
Last nigga tried to rob me got shot now he sue me for a half a mill
That s real shit, Big Homie Flock
Squad!