Lyrics Waka Flocka Flame

Waka Flocka Flame

I'm From Grove Street

Squad, Squad

Flocka Rant, fuck these bitches good, nigga

Let's go

Black Brick Squad gears, I feel like Kevin Dunn

I'm from Riverdail, tought to squeez, nigga, don't run

Where I'm from, we sell bricks, nigga

Where I'm from, we sell dimes, nigga

My partner got the pounds, my partner got the bricks

My lil buddy got pills, these lil hoes on my dick

I'm the shit, nigga, I'm the shit, nigga

I don't need no fuckin stylest, fresh by myself

Brick Squad Monopoly, we don't need no fuckin help

Waka Flocka Flame, sell rhymes by the pound

I'm on too many pills, that's why this young nigga got a froun

My young nigga on that brown, my young nigga on that white

505 Levis, and some Dope Man tights

Tryna get fucked up all night, I wish my bed was in the club, so I could fall asleep in VIP

Tell my niggas we rollin up the tree

Streets, that's my left wrist, also I done been broke

You smokin blunts, I don't wanna hit that

Bounce that ass, girl, bend your back

We cheatin on a bitch, if I throw another stack

I'm from Grove Street, where my niggas ride a stolen V, ain't low key

We got pills, hard salt, nigga, OZs

Overhere, we all OGs

Fighten case after case, fuck the police

All for one, one for all, fuck who want beef

NBA statis now, bitch, I'm ballen

Bitch, I'm ballen

I'm the shit, you can call me colen

That hoe chosen, since you passed the trogen

I'm so focused, she got the nerve to act boujee, but she pulled up in a Focus

It changed too little, I told him keep cookin

My bitch badder than his, that's why he lookin

It's goin take some more money to live this lifestyle

I'm from Grove Street, got goonies on spead dial

Bitch, I'm ballen, bitch, I'm ballen

Number 35, be smokin all my weed, no fallen

No hoe shit, Brick Squad Monopoly, fuckin with Bloods and Crips

Roochi Ds, Vice Lords, nigga, I'm from Grove

I'm from Grove Street, where my niggas ride a stolen V, ain't low key

We got pills, hard salt, nigga, OZs

Overhere, we all OGs

Fighten case after case, fuck the police

All for one, one for all, fuck who want beef

NBA statis now, bitch, I'm ballen

Bitch, I'm ballen

Blunt after blunt, yop after yop

All stitched up, so I never fuck with cops

All my money changed, all my niggas still the same

Headline on the front page if you want some fame

Shout out to Dukin Twin, and Coach K

Ain't need the point, coachin with the K

It's the kid king Wooh, in your speakers loud

My lil boys gotta eat, so Imma make 'm proud

Leave you MIA, I got stupid heat

AKs, they goin spray, bodys in the street

Wooh Da Kid and Waka Flocka, that's a bad move

Two 7s or the Glock, I'll let your ass choose

I'm from Grove Street, where my niggas ride a stolen V, ain't low key

We got pills, hard salt, nigga, OZs

Overhere, we all OGs

Fighten case after case, fuck the police

All for one, one for all, fuck who want beef

NBA statis now, bitch, I'm ballen

Bitch, I'm ballen