Blood On The Leaves

Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees

Blood on the leaves

Breeze, breeze

Blood on the leaves

Breeze, breeze

Blood on the leaves

Breeze, breeze

Black bodies

Swinging in the southern breeze, breeze

Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees

From the poplar trees

Flocka on that bullshit again

The preacher in the pool pit again

You fucking losers bout to forfeit gain

Your importance seems so enormous and then

Your cooperate friends pull up in that 'fuck is this? '

Turn pale when you see my fucking bucket list

Life is super sweet, smoke the finest sour

I'm 'bout to hand glide form the Eiffel tower

My silent hour when I'm on stage raging

They used to look down, now I see they face changin'

The bass banging

The game make them taste fame and

You niggas lame so I guess I have to say it layman

Waka Flocka!

(Black bodies, swinging in the southern breeze)

Squad nigga, you can't fuck with us nigga

We knock the fuck ya'll niggas out

4 years in this shit nigga, what you think?

Breeze!

Pussy

Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees

Blood on the leaves

Flocka on them trees, that's blood on the leaves

All I need a pretty face, little something to squeeze

And it's nothing to me

Man I came from a different lane

I'm 'bout to cop four tickets to a Clippers game

Make sure I wear every single fucking chain

Not because I can, but because he can't

But why wait, I guess it change nothing still

I wonder why my brothers kill

Ion wanna pop another pill

I'm tryna find another thrill

It's another degree

Man, Flocka on them trees, that's blood on the leaves

Squad!