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Smoke, Drank
Waka Flocka Flame; BO Deal; Kebo Gotti; Mouse
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Flocka!
Hey Holiday, look man
Hold up man, push the blunt down, man
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Hey man, pass the Hennessy, man, real shit man
We'll smoke and drink this one, man, recline back, man
Hey Pat, hey, let's play some spades, some dominoes, some shit
Flocka! Flocka!
Yeah! Flocka!
Brick Squad! Hit Squad!
A long ride to the west, M.O.B. across my chest
Lord, please don't let me rest, why these niggas wanna test?
Dear God, please give me strength, war time, I don't got friends
Ride this shit to the end, can't lose, man, I gotta win
Juvenile, so I keep two Glocks, Flockaveli, I'm Damu, ahk
Light skin tats, gold dreadlocks, niggas playing cops like Matlock
Aim on point with the scope and the beam
Spray it at your head like oil sheen
Leave a nigga dead, eyes roll back
Pop, pop, pop, nigga, hold that
Bitch, I'm from the Grove
Where niggas hand to hand, they give up the scope
Some pop pills, some take it up the nose
Where niggas fucking hoes at 13
Live the street life, fuck a hoop dream
Brick Squad, that's my home team
Smoke, drank, smoke, drank, nigga
Smoke, drank, smoke, drank, nigga
Smoke, drank, smoke, drank, nigga
Smoke, drank, smoke, drank, nigga
Smoke, drank, smoke, drank, nigga
Smoke, drank, smoke, drank, nigga
Middle finger to the feds, M.O.B. tatted on my leg
A couple niggas wanna see me dead
Act like Deebo, get Craig
Pussy niggas heard what the fuck I said
Room service tool, I'll make your bed
Bury your body in a backyard shed
Make a nigga whole body shake, no dreads
Niggas don't really want a war with the kid
I got more connects than a highway bridge
Flow been cold, stored in a fridge
A lot of niggas talking about what they should've did
Call them niggas squares like a motherfucking grid
I'm on my grown man like a nigga had a kid
Gotta ball on them niggas like I'm playing for the Knicks
Hit them with a shotgun, call that shit the Crips
I ain't worried about the cops, I'm too legit
I gotta put money over every single bitch
Mouse in the hood, trapping for that cheese
Balling cause I hustle like I'm playing overseas
I was raised in the streets, me and my pistol
Moving these pounds on my bicycle
I'm so official, I earned my stripes
Bitches on my dick like a parasite
I make them tap out like a cage fight
Then I smoke and drink all fucking night
Smoke, drank, smoke, drank, nigga
Smoke, drank, smoke, drank, nigga
Smoke, drank, smoke, drank, nigga
Smoke, drank, smoke, drank, nigga
Waka, what it do, cuz?
I fuck with you, nigga, the long way
Let's get this money
Brick Squad in the building
See, I'ma smoke till I can't smoke no more
Then drank till I can't drank no more
Plant a money seed, then watch it grow
Stand up tall till it can't no more
Try me if you want, I swear to God
I'll split your cantaloupe
My chopper fully loaded
I'ma squeeze on you till it ain't no more
I run real C like O.G. and them
Run with the B like Flocka and them
Green flag, that's my partner and them
Hit Squad, man, it's a lot of them
Get a Oscar, slim, for acting gangster
Was an imposter, him, better get your rank up
Real money, been had our bank up
In the club, buying bottles just to pour the drank up
Who is this nigga trying to act like me?
Swear he getting money, bounce back like me?
On every hood, every block, count stacks like me?
Fully loaded Glock, stay strapped like me?
Nigga, you a nobody, but keep on Gotti
Mr. I Got It All About Making Profits
Flocka would've told me, would've been done got him
Been done hit him, been done shot him
Been done offed him, then laughed about him
While I'm blowing on kush straight from Cali
Irene shit straight out the valley
I'ma duct tape shit, and I ain't talking alley
Flyer than a bird, and I ain't talking falcon
Plead the fifth every time they ask me
Disappear just like it's magic
Then reappear, lights, camera, action
Cause I smoke, drank, smoke, drank
I smoke, drank, smoke, drank
I smoke, drank, smoke, drank
I smoke, drank, smoke, drank
Flocka!
Gotti!
Gotti!
Cuz, I see you, nigga
All the way on the West Coast, nigga
Now I go to the East Coast, nigga
Y'all know how we do it, man
Hit Squad, Brick Squad, nigga
I'm in, out, gone
Brick Squad, yeah
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