Wildout lyrics

by

OJ da Juiceman


[Intro]
LeBron Flocka James 2
What?
Flocka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, Flocka, Waka, Waka, yeah
Waka, Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, yeah
Waka, Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, Waka, Flocka, Flocka, Waka
Flocka, Waka

[Verse 1]
All my shows is wild as hell, my mama say I'm wild as hell
I'ma end up in jail, I pledge allegiance to the bales
The weed is loud, can't you smell?
Real n*gga in the building, shawty, can't you tell?
Bullets can't make a young n*gga fail
Trapped out, b*tch, I'ma do it
Young n*ggas, I influence
They say, "Flocka, you a role model"
Two b*tches, they top models
Drinking out the bottle, swallow
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
In the club, jumping up and down
You bucking, then it's going down
Stomp your ass down to the ground
Security can't help you now
"Brick Squad," I yell it, then it's going down
"Hit Squad," I yell it, then it's going down
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