Waka Flocka Flame — Hype Flockmix

[Intro] Flockmix I tell these niggas take notes, man I Can't Rap Volume 2 Nigga like, “fuck graduating,“ nigga sellin' coke That's a fucked up logic, man And these hoes, right, fuckin' for new bags Stealin' swag [Verse 1] You lame rappers, views from a real Piru Married to the game, “I do” I'm ridin' through in that chicken coop 'Dem birds in it when I'm slidin' through Can't finesse a brick like I do You lil niggas can't walk a mile in my footsteps Pussy, we don't wear the same size shoe Punch him in his face, feed him chicken soup Surgeries in that institute Record his ass while I whoop his ass And put it on my album as the interlude My circle tighter than an inner tube Always talkin', what you finna do? I think you lames hit your pinnacle Rapper on too many chemicals Where the fuck is y'all principles? This Brick Squad, I'm the general Middle finger grab my genitals Why the fuck my niece in the news? Always talkin', “What Flocka doin'?” Always talkin', “What Waka doin'?” Countin' money, bitch I'm thumbing through it You got a problem, bitch I'm comin' to it Pullin' up with a couple shooters I could give a fuck about this fuckin' music I'll fuck you up and there's nothin' to it Whole squad ridin' like a fuckin' Buick I know I'm winning but I fuckin' lose it And beat the case cause my lawyer Jewish Grimy nigga came from the sewage Put them hands on you like Lenny Lewis Really whip these shits if you diss me, bitch Then it's a wrap like Christmas gifts It's arithmetic, I'ma hit the lick We gon snatch the bag, then split the chips Out in Colorado, go and fuck with Spence VBS is on me, never tuck it in The haters out, but the love is in Makin' major flips like above the rim (Flex!) Fuckin' up the dough cause I can't cook So I made a million on Facebook So underrated, feel like Westbrook I'm runnin' plays, it's textbook Coupla rappers solid but the rest shook They say I can't rap, so I came back With dumb punchlines, gave 'em left hooks Back from the dead, I'm Jon Snow Toe tag him, he a John Doe I feel like young Scooter, no convo Watch out for snakes, keep the lawn mowed Why these niggas thinkin' that they Pablo? Cause they watched an episode of Narcos This is real life, shotta, fuck flows And you lyrical niggas Caught a case now you spiritual, niggas? The feds put some fear in you, nigga? What they put years on you, nigga? Yo I see a tear droppin, nigga? Told Chance to teardrop that nigga I take the chair, my nigga Loyalty real, my nigga Yo (Waka!) [Outro] Fuck wrong with these niggas, man? Just turned 30, man So how old you think your favorite rapper is, man? I was listenin' to niggas in middle school Move over, grandaddy Squad, Flockaveli 2 Gang gang (Crew!)