Out The Bag - Waka Flocka Flame

I’m smoking out the bag now, all my bitches bad now

All these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills

To get some bitches running round

I’m smoking out the bag now, all my bitches bad now

Got these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills

To get some bitches running round

My youngings fucking run the town, you flex they gonna gun you down

Hit your block with a hundred rounds

Make you hardest nigga in your hood lay it down

I’m flexing with a sack now, shooters on my payroll

Shooting at a snap now

I’m smoking out the pound now, my fingers I keep bad bitches wrapped now

I’m in the club, hunneds on the ground

Got a bad bitch, slim waist her ass round

Flocka in the club it’s going down, young richie rich, keep a bad bitch,

waka flocka

I’m smoking out the bag now, all my bitches bad now

All these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills

To get some bitches running round

I’m smoking out the bag now, all my bitches bad now

Got these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills

To get some bitches running round

I’m riding in the ghost now, no rims just factory

Got the word that the fuck boys is after me

You gonna need an army thinking bout catching me

I came from the crack block, never talk to a cop

That’s not me, nigga disrespect then you know it’s click pop

You know how a nigga rock, tattoos diamond grill, and some dread locks, flocka

Grandma I ain’t gonna stop, till that million dollar check get dropped in your

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