[Intro]
Every time, every time, hit 'em back to back
Hah, boom, hahahaha
Let's take 'em to the island
Hoodrich, b*tch
Salute Me or Shoot Me Volume 6
I ain't seen 'em
Close the door, n*gga
Prince Ink, Rico Cash
Hoodrich, b*tch
(You ain't gang, you a lame
You ain't gang, you a lame)
We fronted that boy that pack
Damn, we ain't even seen him
It's been two weeks on that body
I heard they just ID'd him
In my neighborhood, it's killer season
n*gga walk around clutchin' they heaters
Get that L off your chest if you need to
If I piece you up, n*gga, I'ma eat you
Ayy, yo, Big Tiny, bring that sh*t back, n*gga
Every time, every time, hit 'em back to back
Hah, boom, hahahaha (Brick Squad)
I ain't seen 'em (Trapaholics mixtapes)
Close the door, n*gga
(You ain't gang, you a lame
You ain't gang, you a lame)
[Verse 1]
We fronted that boy that pack
Damn, we ain't even seen him
It's been two weeks on that body
I heard they just ID'd him
In my neighborhood, it's killer season
n*gga walk around clutchin' they heaters
Get that L off your chest if you need to
If I piece you up, n*gga, I'ma eat you
Put that on my mama, that Coretha
With them weapons, I swear that I'm lethal
Boy, that fire on me like a beeper
Got that silencer on me, I'll bleep 'em
Hmm, mute somethin' for you dumb n*ggas
I'll shoot somethin', look at run, n*gga
Gun you down just for fun, n*gga
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Hundred rounds, n*gga, shoot somethin', pus*y
Sprayed your mama house, you ain't do nothin'
Hundred n*ggas with me and they all gunnin'
We the run down boys, n*gga, we ain't runnin'
[Verse 2]
Pull up with n*ggas with heaters
My n*ggas stay hungry, we eat 'em
We straight out the jungle like zebras
And spot your ass up like a cheetah
I serve the bricks, f*ck a feature
Still scraping dope out the beaker
Had a diamondback with no kickback
Walker ass, they ain't seen him
They gon' gun you down, n*gga gon' hunt you down
You get money now, we get them hundreds now
I was trappin' back then and I'm trappin' now
Got this sh*t on your card, we gon' track you down
Pull up on your b*tch ass with a hundred rounds
Make your b*tch bring that sack, we don't f*ck around
Put the silencer on it, don't make a sound
When I hit your b*tch ass, it go bah-bah-bah
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Hundred rounds, n*gga, shoot somethin'
Sprayed your mama house, you ain't do nothin'
Hundred n*ggas with me and they all gunnin' (Hoodrich, b*tch)
We the run down boys, n*gga, we ain't runnin'
[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]
35k for a thousand eight grams
55k if you wanna see me on stage goin' HAM
Trap money, b*tch, rap money
I'ma mix it up and make more money
Trap money with the rap money
I'ma mix it up and make more money for my n*ggas
I'm gunning, I'm riding, I'm riding, I'm gunning
Running and ducking, I thought y'all was gangster
I will not serve you if you not a banger
I made a million with molly, I ain't talking drugs
Grew up on Grove where they're slanging iron
If you want a name, gotta spill blood, on Piru
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Hundred rounds, n*gga, shoot somethin'
Sprayed your mama house, you ain't do nothin'
Hundred n*ggas with me and they all gunnin'
We the run down boys, n*gga, we ain't runnin'
[Outro]
Volume 6
We did this sh*t for the streets, for the hood
For them n*ggas behind them walls, n*gga
Hoodrich, b*tch
Real trap sh*t