Lyrics Waka Flocka Flame

Waka Flocka Flame

12

Brick Squad Monopoly, that's my company

Bitch, I'm buying all the property in Clayco

Niggas' mommas working for Waka Flocka

Niggas' daddies working for Waka Flocka

Snakes in the grass

I cut it

Shit, he might be a cop

Is he wired?

I open my eyes, I don't trust these niggas

I swear to God they 12

I open my eyes, I don't trust these niggas

I swear to God they 12

They got wires in they belts, they got wires in they hats

They got wires in they shirts, man I swear to God they 12

I don't trust these niggas

I can't trust ya'll niggas

Man, y'all talking like bitches

Pillow talking to the strippers

Man, y'all talking like bitches

Pillow talking to these freaks

Got my ears to the street in a heartbeat

This a Southside beat, so they feeling that

Hundred round clip, bet you feel all that

Eat that nigga

Take that nigga

Brick Squad Monopoly, that's my company

Bitch, I'm buying all the property in Clayco

Niggas' mommas working for Waka Flocka

Niggas' daddies working for Waka Flocka

Red dope man's, 505 Levis

Chinese eyes, been thugging since knee high

You need about three guys

All ya'll fake, I swear to God ya'll three lies

And ya'll live about three lives

I can see it in your eyes, real nigga disguise

I despise you bastards

Can't wait to see your caskets

I open my eyes, I don't trust these niggas

I swear to God they 12

I open my eyes, I don't trust these niggas

I swear to God they 12

They got wires in they belts, they got wires in they hats

They got wires in they shirts, man I swear to God they 12

I don't trust these niggas

I can't trust ya'll niggas

Man, y'all talking like bitches

They call me YG, I'mma need about three wives

Shut your hood down, you can't even reply

Call that a direct message

Do you follow me? These snitches got me restless

No necklace, just pants, ho

I'm a real nigga, can't play me like no banjo

Twenty bands, just dance, ho

Flocka with me, no hands, ho

And you know me I'm from 142

Love to rock red, other niggas rock blue

Twenty on my wrist, thirty in my Trues

Two line nigga in a two door coupe

Niggas be snitching, hands out too

Blast your ass, that's what I gotta do

Like Christmas, shots to a bitch nigga's kidneys

I open my eyes, I don't trust these niggas

I swear to God they 12

I open my eyes, I don't trust these niggas

I swear to God they 12

They got wires in they belts, they got wires in they hats

They got wires in they shirts, man I swear to God they 12

I don't trust these niggas

I can't trust ya'll niggas

Man, y'all talking like bitches