Everything Bricksquad - Waka Flocka Flame

I said my necklace iced out, my left wrist iced out

Waka Flocka, best stay out my lane because I’m thugged out

Niggas gettin drugged out, you know what my clique 'bout

Hit 'em wit a bottle stomp his muthafuckin' lights out

Hands on deck make a nigga pull a tool out

Ballin this year I ain’t gon stop until I wild out

Wild out wild out, Gudda Gudda wild out

Wild out wild out, Waka Flocka wild out

Young Money, Bricksquad

Waka Flocka get jump the club

Gudda, Waka Flocka

For the cash ill wrap a nigga ass up

Run un up in his house Jim Carrey style masked up

We the new Wu-Tang, the new No Limit

The new N.W.A, what’s up Snoop and Dre?

Can’t forget Eazy E, Ice Cubes on my neck

Fuzzy screamin waka waka bitch I got that check

I don’t need no Flex but I gotta ball

Money Yao Ming, yes it’s that tall

Yo Gudda gudda, what’s up Gudda Gudda

I got rotten apple blood in my veins

I reversed the slave route

Came from up north to down south

Green flags, green lump

Su-woop till the peace up

Young Money nigga, I’mma rep to the death

You can see the Y.M. tatted on my neck

All my niggas wild choppas on deck

Stomp a nigga out, demand I respect

Me and Waka Flacka got the hand on the tec

And it’s cash on delivery for handin my check

Nigga I don’t talk much but when I do bitch pay me

Big money heavy weight, you can ask Baby

Birdman schooled me, Wayne told me do me

And stack big paper up, no need for loose leaf

My rubberband stacks can’t fold into knots

I decapitate the top with two hoes in the drop

I’m countin up the money 'til my hands get blisters

Told my bitch to come help me, we can count it up quicker nigga

Real nigga music they talkin we do’s it

Free my nigga Weezy and free my nigga Gucci