Waka Flocka - Big Homie Flock (Intro) Lyrics
[Verse 1:]The trap hot, it's on fireEither way a nigga like a busy b playI run my hood, no marathonTook off for a minute now I'm back onThem bass bigger, my trez longerMy niggas' rhythm, my weed stronger***** a backpack, that bodybuilderMoney talks, I don't ***** with niggas[Interlude:]Ha ha ha ha[Verse 2:]You been undressed, you ain't got swagYou a walkin rapper, you a signed artistGot my own label, ***** these niggasPlay the middle finger on my diaryShe in the gang banger so it's ***** a peezyWiped cream say I ain't talkin moneyI keep 1 K, yo nigga transport to my old waysKeep black doors on me like OJI'm turnt up off no drugsYou turnt that, you get no luckBlow the energy so I'm in the cloudActin wild, they know I go hard,***** I'm good with ya'llOne phone call, send them killers at youThat's speed dial, house visit 10 yearsAt the same time Joey beat his murder trialAll the count, that's upon the soldiersStill collecting opinions, I'm a humble niggaNever join forces, make my own wayI keep date, no birthday***** a off day competitionI eliminate from the street lawsDon't litigate, I delegate, you followI'm own my own shit you, you borrowLast nigga tried to rob me got shot now he sue me for a half a millThat's real shit, Big Homie FlockSquad!
