[Hook]
I go hard in the muthaf*ckin' paint n*gga
Leave you stankin' n*gga, what the f*ck you thinkin' n*gga?
I'm gon' die for this sh*t or what the f*ck I say
Front yard broad day with the SK
See Gucci? That's my muthaf*ckin' n*gga
I hang in the Dale with them hit squad killers
Waka Flocka Flame, one hood-ass n*gga
Ridin' real slow bendin' corners, my n*gga
[Verse 1]
Gotta main b*tch and gotta mistress (What else?)
A couple girlfriends, I'm so hood rich
Keep my di*k hard, and keep me smokin'
You'll get pills free shorty, no jokin'
Ay what I stand for? Brick Squad
I'mma die for this shorty, man, I swear to God
In the trap with some killers and some hood n*ggas
Where you at? Where your trap? You ain't hood, n*gga
Keep this sh*t 300, put that sh*t on my hood
Crips f*ckin' with me, G's and the Vice Lords
Eses and amigos freestyle off the dome
Brick Squad, Waka Flocka Flame is f*ckin' on!
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
What's up pus*y n*gga? What's up punk n*gga?
They got on that n*gga, make your momma's momma miss you
Hope you got your killers with ya, hope you got your n*ggas with ya
Hope your goons ridin' with ya, they gon' f*ckin' miss you, n*gga
n*gga with a attitude like Eaze and Cube
When my little brother died I said "f*ck school!"
I picked the burner up and I got some marijuana
Two years later screamin' "I'm here, your honor!"
Glock 9 to SK if you want to beef
Shorty point blank range, I put your ass to sleep
Shorty talk is cheap, so watch what ya say
Broad day in the air like this sh*t is legal
[Hook]