1 Verse lyrics

by

OJ da Juiceman


[Intro]
One-zero-one-f*cking-seven
Brick Squad!
Yeah, n*gga, I'm finna annihilate your ass, n*gga
One verse, pus*y ass n*gga
I ain't even got no hook for this sh*t
But this sh*t is so super duper personal, my n*gga
Like, real talk
Like, homes so super lame, like
I perform at Libra, I get off the stage
Then homes start popping sh*t about a n*gga
Ego tripping 'bout a n*gga
The same n*gga that wanna borrow a hundred dollars?
That n*gga
The same n*gga that say he balling, sleeping at hoes' house
Driving hoes' cars and sh*t
The same n*gga, like...
Come on, man, this Flocka, n*gga
Y'all n*ggas got me f*cked up, n*gga
LeBron Flocka James, n*gga
Ain't sh*t changed, n*gga
I still scrape up dollars and change, n*gga
Real talk, n*gga
No hook shawty, boy
One verse, you pus*y ass boy
For real, n*gga
This sh*t real, my n*gga
They can't calm me down, n*gga, right now, n*gga
I'm on Hulk right now, n*gga
Everything green, n*gga
Diamonds green, gang green, n*gga
f*ck y'all n*ggas talking about, n*gga?
Waka Flocka, n*gga
These n*ggas got me f*cked up, man
Real talk
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