Waka Flocka Flame One Eyed Shooter

[Sizzle:]

She gon’ sell her soul just to live another life

I’m a fuck her friend too on another night

Flew that bitch out

Her friend on another flight

I been killing bitches dick all in they overbite

Used to love a ratchet bitch I got another type

Money make a nigga shine I can play the light

First time I seen fuzzy fell in love with ice

Swear I’m balling like a bitch mother fuck a price

Bitches still sucking dick for that Benni rice

Been killing shit now they know the kid nice

Money over bitches like a nigga Suge Knight

Strong hoe the money like a nigga Suge Knight

Keep a thirty clip

Motherfuck yo petty plottin

I got one eyed shooters you can say they Fetty Wappin’

Niggas mad but I’m lit and yo bitch watchin

Whoa Kemosabe nigga you just baller blockin

Me and Waka been the shit

Ain’t no other option

Tails on your main bitch I need that sloppy toppy

Me and Sizzle been the shit

Ain’t no other option

Tell you call your main bitch I need that sloppy toppy

[Waka Flocka:]

I’m a pull up on you niggas I’m a flex up on these hoes

If a nigga disrespect me I’m a wipe that bambino

If it’s really like that, pussy meet me at my show

I’m a shoot out all on niggas laugh about it pour a four

Chaz Gotti my lil bro

I’m a ball on Hugo

You tuck your chain where you go

Whatchu bang the hood fo’

This is bossman Flocka used to rob em for they dough

Hunned round clip I don’t need no fucking scope

Keep a thirty clip

Motherfuck yo petty plottin

I got one eyed shooters you can say they Fetty Wapy

Niggas mad but I’m lit and yo bitch watchin

Whoa Kemosabe nigga you just baller blockin

Me and Waka been the shit

Ain’t no other option

Tails on your main bitch I need that sloppy toppy

Me and Sizzle been the shit

Ain’t no other option

Tell you call your bitch I need that sloppy toppy

[Waka Flocka:]

Called AP phone now my neck is rocky

Gotta trap out in Derm gotta trap in Rally

Some like Ferrogamo with all these bloods around me

I’m some like Ferrogamo with all these bloods around me

Such a rich free agent ain’t no need to sign me

I just bought a new coupe it came with a Tommy

Choppa hit yo leg and arm whoa Kemosabe

Choppa hit yo head and chest whoa Kemosabe

I been gettin to a check countin up a dolly

Swear I’m going to the top just me and the molly

Shit I’m flyer than a plane I shouldve been a pilot

Bitch I’m steady makin movies ya’ll can make a pilot

Gotta bad bitch that strip and she love dancing

She’ll suck for that cash and that nose candy

Gotta bunch of young shooters Sizzle Bin Laden

Gotta bunch of young shooters Sizzle Bin Laden

I just scored another touch down, All Madden

I gotta shooters off the Clayco and they red raggin

If you cross me for the pesos we gon price tag him

Raw your main bitch fill her up I’m such a savage

Keep a thirty clip

Motherfuck yo petty plottin

I got one eyed shooters you can say they Fetty Wapy

Niggas mad but I’m lit and yo bitch watchin

Whoa Kemosabe nigga you just baller blockin

Me and Waka been the shit

Ain’t no other option

Tails on your main bitch I need that sloppy toppy

Me and Sizzle been the shit

Ain’t no other option

Tell you call your bitch I need that sloppy toppy

Waka Flocka Flame 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

[Verse 1]

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

[Hook]

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

[Verse 2]

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

Im 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

[Verse 3]

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 aint 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 dont 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 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

Waka Flocka Flame Can’t Slave Me

[Waka Flocka Flame:]

Strong man

You can’t slave me nigga

You can’t slave me nigga

Alright run it back

You ain’t made me a nigga

Leggo

I’m such a problem

You cannot solve em (BOW)

The choppa the pistol grenade or revolver I’m still a robber

I’m still a trapper I’m not a rapper

Autobiography this the chapter [?]

You can’t slave me nigga

You can’t slave me nigga

You ain’t made me nigga

Trapping and I’m rapping till I go big

Trapping and I’m rapping till I go big

Trapping and I’m rapping till I go big

Murder was the case after that, nigga

Can’t slave me nigga

You ain’t made me nigga

You can’t slave me nigga

You ain’t faced me nigga

You can’t slave me nigga

You can’t slave me nigga

You ain’t made me a nigga

Trapping and I’m rapping till I go big

Trapping and I’m rapping till I go big

Trapping and I’m rapping till I go big

You can’t slave me nigga

You can’t slave me nigga

You ain’t made me nigga

Waka Flocka Flame Danny Glover

2 door coupe, 400 chips

Jacob watch cost two bricks

Throw another rack cause she doin’ splits

I got a bag of molly’s, know she wanna lick

Make a girl kiss a girl

Turnin shit in the molly world

And then she geekin off them drugs

Makin faces like Lil Durk

Don’t need a compliment cause I know I’m the shit

All this ice on me, I’m froze in this bitch

Look like I’m selling dope, nigga stove in this bitch

All these girls wanna fuck like gold on my dick

Everywhere I go boy you know this shit lit

His Rolex tickin, that nigga counterfeit

Bitch from the tribe bitch, come and free ride dibs

I only blow gas, don’t fuck with the mix

Diamonds flashin like paparazzis takin pictures

I don’t fuck with lames, I fuck with real goons killers all my niggas they the realest

Flockaveli 2 on the way, I see these pussy niggas catchin’ feelings

That fresh and new, it’s just business, I’m the illest

Come fuck with me, let’s make millions

Flocka!

Waka Flocka Flame Circles

[Derez De’Shon:]

No matter how far I go (I go)

No matter how hard I try (I try)

It’s like I’m livin’ in rewind

I’m runnin’ in circles (yeah)

Circles (yeah)

Circles (yeah)

I’m lappin’ myself (self)

Lappin’ myself (self)

Lappin’ my (lappin’ my)

I’m lappin’ myself (self)

Lappin’ myself (self)

Lappin’ myself (self)

Lappin’ my (lappin’ my)

I’m lappin’ myself (self)

Runnin’ in circles

[Waka Flocka Flame:]

Flocka!

It’s 2016, feel like 2010

I’m in the same spot with a bigger bank (true)

I ain’t goin’ nowhere that my niggas ain’t (squad)

Made a way so my niggas ate (squad)

Took my best friend away (Flocka)

Lately I’ve been feelin’ some kinda way (you know)

But I needed help, they turned away

You got the nerve to say I ain’t gonna make it

Shit, I ain’t ever fake it (Flocka)

I earned my spot, I ain’t have to take it (Flocka)

All I know is grind, all I know is hustle

Got tired of waitin’, fuck patience

Same bullshit, same niggas (what)

Stayed the same, won’t change, nigga

Fuck diamonds and chains, nigga

My campaign still champagne, nigga (squad)

[Derez De’Shon:]

No matter how far I go (I go)

No matter how hard I try (I try)

It’s like I’m livin’ in rewind

I’m runnin’ in circles (yeah)

Circles (yeah)

Circles (yeah)

I’m lappin’ myself (self)

Lappin’ myself (self)

Lappin’ my (lappin’ my)

I’m lappin’ myself (self)

Lappin’ myself (self)

Lappin’ myself (self)

Lappin’ my (lappin’ my)

I’m lappin’ myself (self)

Runnin’ in circles

[Waka Flocka Flame:]

I got my own producers, made my own sound

Just go hard, never back down

Hear the echos, that’s haters all in my background (shawty)

Fuck y’all (Flocka!)

Yeah all of y’all, don’t notice you (I mean)

Y’all sellin’ lies, y’all tellin’ lies

I know the truth

You can feel the pain in my vocal booth (you know)

I ain’t gonna stop ’til I’m platinum times two

Lord, if they only knew

All this bullshit I’ve been through (squad)

I done seen and did some things you can’t do

You can’t walk a mile in my Mike J’s (yeah)

Where I come from, yeah you gotta keep a J (squad)

Just to pay a bill, make a way

Stay above water, thank you for the corners

Squad! Flocka

[Derez De’Shon:]

No matter how far I go (I go)

No matter how hard I try (I try)

It’s like I’m livin’ in rewind

I’m runnin’ in circles (yeah)

Circles (yeah)

Circles (yeah)

I’m lappin’ myself (self)

Lappin’ myself (self)

Lappin’ my (lappin’ my)

I’m lappin’ myself (self)

Lappin’ myself (self)

Lappin’ myself (self)

Lappin’ my (lappin’ my)

I’m lappin’ myself (self)

Runnin’ in circles

Feel like I’ve been here before (I’ve been here before)

I done seen it all, done it all

Some shit changed (some shit changed)

But I still managed to stay the same (I did)

Through all the rain (through all the rain)

Through all the pain (through all the pain)

It’s like I’m runnin’ in circles

No matter how far I go (I go)

No matter how hard I try (I try)

It’s like I’m livin’ in rewind

I’m runnin’ in circles (yeah)

Circles (yeah)

Circles (yeah)

I’m lappin’ myself (self)

Lappin’ myself (self)

Lappin’ my (lappin’ my)

I’m lappin’ myself (self)

Lappin’ myself (self)

Lappin’ myself (self)

Lappin’ my (lappin’ my)

I’m lappin’ myself (self)

Runnin’ in circles

Waka Flocka Flame Get Whacked

[Sizzle and Waka:]

Part that pussy baby tell no told

Bitch you know I’m ballin’ brick to go

That new Rolly it came off the stove

Bought a Chevy, set that bitch on 4’s

Brand new rollie that bitch 80k

Pull a hunnid out, you wanna play?

I could buy a bitch, fuck a date

I been killing shit, caution tape

[Waka Flocka Flame:]

Don’t make me go gorilla with this baby K

I nicknamed it Bathing Ape

I just bought that new wraith

I heard Sizzle bought that I8

Smoking presidential, that’s Obama

[Sizzle:]

I been thumbin through it killin’ commas

In em PJs, no pajamas

That lil g wagon baby mommas

Stackin’ M’s, you ain’t worth my todler

Pimpin’ strong, feelin’ like my father

Brought the beat like like I’m Mr. Carter

Sizzle poppin, such a shit starter

Boy you flexin’ hoe, my wrist water

I can’t trust you bitch, I love my daughter

[?] midget, yeah the trailer’s shorter

She’s a molly eatin’, powder snorter

Still berkin we got plenty orders

Water thoose, you could not afford ’em

I been birthin’ niggas, might abort ’em

[Waka Flocka Flame:]

I been workin’ niggas, might extort ’em

I been flexin’ on ’em, Randy Savage

Murk you then your lil son a bastard

I’m the reason why that red raggin’

That big pistol got my pants saggin’

Hyena killin’, shootin’ at you at you while they laughin’

Elm Street pyru, We could get it brackin’

Hunnid pounds of OG, bust it down to fractions

And your head the only thing that a nigga crackin’

Ayo ain’t gon release you, this ain’t just rappin’

Bring ’em back to ’92, all my niggas stackin’

Racks on racks shawty, this ain’t Lil Chris

That’s 150K on one wrist

Waka Flocka Flame Fist Pump

Do you know where we at now? (at now)

Drinkin’ bottles ’til we pass out (pass out)

They don’t even know how to act now (act now)

Now put your fist in the air, fi-fist in the air air air air…

Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump

Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump

Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump

Now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump

Baby jump around for me, bounce

Say that shit now break it down for me (down for me)

Let’s hit the buckle, couple rounds with me (rounds with me)

Grab my hand, let me take you to VIP (chuck chuck VIP)

See, my life is like a movie

Patient, what the fuck is you thinkin’?

Better yet, what the fuck is you drinkin’?

Better yet, what the fuck is you smokin’?

What’s hapennin’? What’s up?

If you feel like me, you’re fucked up, put your cup up

I’m in the club poppin’ bottles, got a girl drunk

Say the instance of a fist pump

If you that call, if you that jump

Arms in the air, Shawty do the fist pump

Do you know where we at now? (at now)

Drinkin’ bottles ’til we pass out (pass out)

They don’t even know how to act now (act now)

Now put your fist in the air, fi-fist in the air air air air…

Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump

Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump

Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump

Now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump

Fuckin’ off the club when we fist pump

Whole party lookin’ at us crazy cause we destruct

My body showin’ symptoms of liquor in my system

Her booty workin’ hard like it’s time to own a pension

Now listen: face face I’m drash

Don’t really wanna see me no more

Can’t say we gang high, ballin’ like a bank shot

Around, get your ego broke

Last time I was dissed up

I swear it was a year ago

From standin’ up when we leave the club

I’m a call that shit a miracle

Cause damn, I’m gold

Twist up, mixed up, twist up

And her booty too big for the seats in my coup

I’m a have to put it in the pick-up truck

Damn, I’m gold

Mixed up, twist up, mixed up

And we feelin’ leave here with so many bad bitches

We gon have to take ’em home in the pick-up

Do you know where we at now? (at now)

Drinkin’ bottles ’til we pass out (pass out)

They don’t even know how to act now (act now)

Now put your fist in the air, fi-fist in the air air air air…

Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump

Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump

Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump

Now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump

Waka Flocka Flame 50K Remix

[Intro: Waka Flocka]

Squad!

(I’m drinking champagne one deep in my phantom ghost Uh!)

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]

I’m drinking champagne one deep in my phantom ghost (Uh!)

Bad bitch with me wonder where my manners go (Turn Up)

My youngings sick sick where the antidote (They geekin’)

Aiming at your top, bust you cantaloupe (Pussy)

He forty-six and he’s still selling dope (OG)

How the fuck you ballin’ with a car note? (How the fuck?)

I’m in the trap real shit where the felons go? (Squad)

Cury never had a job he always used a bow (Whip it)

Them youngin’s run up in your house what it’s hitting for

No mask just to let you know who did it ho

I’m from Riverdale all I know is get it in (Riverdale)

I got weed, I got mollies what you tryna to spend?

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]

50k for a show and my niggas sellin’ swag

She’s a red bottom bitch Versace shirt, Birkin bag

I’m a get money nigga don’t use the card, or keep a tab

Before I leave my fucking house grab my pistol and my flag

Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check, uh! [x4]

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka]

My foreign car painted flat black (Turn Up)

My girl hopped out ass fat (damn)

Paparazzi keep flashing pictures (Flocka)

Broke niggas looking wanna be these niggas (pussy)

Four grams in my backwood (I’m smoking)

Millionaire nigga still keep it hood (Riverdale)

Pay the extra sixty for that steel hood

Phantom ghost got a nigga living good (turn up)

I bet your bitch want a nigga (Hey come here shawty)

I bet she wanna fuck a nigga (Hey come here shawty)

Never be a broke nigga (Hell naw)

She like fuck go shawty see a platinum nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3: T.I.]

Dope boy fresh, hell long on the scale shorty

Trap nigga ask Red Cross in Riverdale

Bitch I still run the South, got them niggas at the house

Bunch a bad ass bitches like to chill at the house

I don’t fuck with non of them suckers but they bitches on my dick

Got my youngin’ with my buss at anything I tell him hit

Bought my girl a 45, told her put it in her purse

Spent 350 on a vert, made a hundred for this verse

Told Flocka you can bring this shit in Cash or in work

He brought 20 and a bag, I say fuck it that’ll work

You don’t want to be caught in my dope spot nigga

Talkin’ bout your silly bitch get you both shot nigga

[Hook]

Waka Flocka Flame Dem Skrapz

[Hook:]

Them scraps, them scraps, them pistols be around me

Them scraps, them scraps, them pistols be around me

Them scraps, them scraps, them pistols be around me

Make my partner knock down your homie, down your homie

Make my partner knock down your homie, down your homie

Make my partner knock down your homie

[Verse 1 – Waka Flocka Flame:]

Fuck my codeine, pulled up all black nigga, [?]

In the bushes so low key, he pulled a hotdog with that stick, OV

I pull up to your trap B, in a black jeep

Let it run like an athlete at a track meet

I’m loose as a goose, they saying Flocka brazy

I’m head in hands, and you either scared or lazy

I put in work, nigga put in work

Catch me on the turf, boy we in the field

If the price is white you can spin the wheel

My dinner meals is your rent

I take a mile if you sip an inch, how much you need?

I take a mile if you sip an inch, how much you need?

[Hook]

[Verse 2 – Future:]

Cooling down the street with a forty foot rifle

Balenciagas on my feet, they’d rather see me in shackles

I got my chain swanging, and they heard we gang banging

Stay with that carbon, you know that we mobbing

Got a strap on the driver, 12 gauge got a scope on it

All these niggas that you be hating

Trapping that 44 militant, they treating me just like a renegade

Sipping codeine like it’s lemonade

Shoot at you, shoot at you

Put a nigga down spray him

Waka Flocka throw that K at him

Blocka Blocka causing mayhem

Chopper, chopper make em lay down

208 grand on the foreign, 400 rounds in the car

100 goons with a carbon, climb out and spray with that carbon

Greet me that scrap, that carbon like [?]

[Hook]

Waka Flocka Flame 3 Gold Chains

[Hook – Waka Flocka:]

All these presidents my pocket like the white house

I’m the type of nigga niggas read about

I get cake, cake, cake like Rihanna nigga

Getting to this cash what my life about

3 gold chains like I’m dealing dope

Off the weed game just listen, I’ll show you the ropes

Ain’t nothing worse than being broke

I know the fucking feeling

I’m a rich nigga tryna touch a another million

[Verse 1 – Waka Flocka:]

Vacuum seals and scales are my best friends

Trap money

Fucking bitches and they best friends

Rap money

Fucking groupies in the west end

Tryna jack

Catch the lad like he Zeppelin

I came up off the shake

I ain’t talking Harlem

Ballin off trees feel like I’m James Harden

Known to sell out like the garden nigga

These yellow diamonds on my wrist like a tape of caution

Tell my brother, I am on my way to cut some more grass

My worst fear in life is have no cash

Ain’t no feeling on earth like being broke nigga

Ain’t no trees then I will sell a fiend soap nigga

[Hook – Waka Flocka]

[Verse 2 – Waka Flocka:]

I want it all

Money tall like Dwight Howard

Wrist glish shit looking like a light tower

New coupe, white paint like a brick of powder

Can probably shop for red bottoms

So search you like I am on a browser

Loud on-deck, I got the charger power

Make a killing off of trees

I should send some flowers

Bands in my pocket

Like Maroon 5

So fuck ya twelve dollars and fifty cents and hour

I came up and so-called friends looking sour

Jealous niggas make me sick

Call them Alfalfa

Black diamonds in my chain

The piece Malcolm

So many presidents, I need a fourth hand to count them

[Hook – Waka Flocka]

[Verse 3 – Troy Ave:]

It’s Troy Ave aka Harry Powder nigga

Gold chains, cocaine, pay for hours nigga

Drug dealer love scrilla

Gotta keep it real

Got a a couple of rollies

I don’t need to eat a pill

Still popping though

East Coast popping flow

Came from the bottom flow

Now I’m here got it show

Everybody who ain’t help my ass can kiss

8 hundred on my belt still sagging bitch

Picking up the bread

Count before we pop

Boy we show the gang tryna out them in the lobby

Always on the side guess he in mine too cause I’m in jail

Every thing I talk the truth

Mothafucker

[Hook – Waka Flocka]