That nigga, Lex Luger
I go hard in the motherf*cking paint, nigga
Leave you stinking, nigga
What the f*ck you thinking, nigga?
I won't die for this shit or what the f*ck I say
Front yard, broad day with the SK
See Gucci, that's my motherf*cking 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 f*cking with me, G's and the Vice Lords
Esé and amigos freestyle off the dome
Brick Squad, Waka Flocka Flame is f*cking home
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That nigga, Lex Luger
I go hard in the motherf*cking paint, nigga
Leave you stinking, nigga
What the f*ck you thinking, nigga?
I won't die for this shit or what the f*ck I say
Front yard, broad day with the SK
See Gucci, that's my motherf*cking 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 f*cking with me, G's and the Vice Lords
Esé and amigos freestyle off the dome
Brick Squad, Waka Flocka Flame is f*cking home
I go hard in the motherf*cking paint, nigga
Leave you stinking, nigga
What the f*ck you thinking, nigga?
I won't die for this shit or what the f*ck I say
Front yard, broad day with the SK
See Gucci, that's my motherf*cking 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 f*cking with me, G's and the Vice Lords
Esé and amigos freestyle off the dome
Brick Squad, Waka Flocka Flame is f*cking home
Writer: Reno Toussaint
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