Big Homie Flocka

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!