Hoodrich

Hood nigga this, hood nigga that (on that hood shit)

Hood niggas got dreads and golds and that strap

Waka Flocka Flame, you know my fucking gang

1017, that's what a nigga claim

I'm so fucking turnt up with this hood bitch

Diamonds hella bright, you can call me hood rich

But on some hood shit, I fuck with the hood niggas

In the club with the bangers and the drug dealers

Eastside, twist your fingers up

Westside, twist your fingers up

Northside, twist your fingers up

Southside, twist your fingers up

For your chain and ring, you could get dome checked

In the studio all day, trying to bust a check

Tattoos on my body, call it illustration

Hard work, no play, fuck a vacation

Seven days a week, even in my sleep

Even when I eat, money's all a nigga speak

These niggas too funny

Got the super money, independent mixtape money

And to the westside, Flocka fucking with you

What's up eastside? You know I'm fucking with you

Ay, northside, Waka Flame got you, mane

Southside is what I claim, that's my fucking gang

I'm so fucking turnt up with this hood bitch

Diamonds hella bright, you can call me hood rich

But on some hood shit, I fuck with the hood niggas

In the club with the bangers and the drug dealers

Eastside, twist your fingers up

Westside, twist your fingers up

Northside, twist your fingers up

Southside, twist your fingers up

I'm back, Waka, nigga

I'm strapped, Flocka, nigga

This track Southside, going bonkers, nigga

Goku a nigga, better know voodoo, nigga

I shoot a nigga, ice pick choke a nigga

Is you Blood, Crip, Latin King, or Folk, my nigga?

Waka Flocka Flame, straight Bedrock your brain

What set you claim? Nigga, what hood you from?

Sell crack, play ball, or shoot a handgun

Shawty, I stay on my shit

These haters trying to snitch on me like I'm Michael Vick

But you can call me Waka Flame

Offset my car and pulled out my chain

I'm so fucking turnt up with this hood bitch

Diamonds hella bright, you can call me hood rich

But on some hood shit, I fuck with the hood niggas

In the club with the bangers and the drug dealers

Eastside, twist your fingers up

Westside, twist your fingers up

Northside, twist your fingers up

Southside, twist your fingers up

Offset, candy paint

Niggas rap about what they don't got and what they think

I'ma rap about what I did and who the fuck I hate

Brick Squad clique, '09, let's get cake

I'm cooler than Jake the Snake

Hyper than Michael Jack

Rawer than Body Tap

So don't get your face slapped

You're faker than a wiretap

So shawty, stop that brick talk

My little buddy on the left like the Crip walk

My little Blood on the right like to B-hop

Where your trap spot?

Where your dope block? Is your name buzzing, nigga?

Heard your ass ain't good for nothing

Used to be broke, made something out of nothing

Waka Flocka, nigga

I'm so fucking turnt up with this hood bitch

Diamonds hella bright, you can call me hood rich

But on some hood shit, I fuck with the hood niggas

In the club with the bangers and the drug dealers

Eastside, twist your fingers up

Westside, twist your fingers up

Northside, twist your fingers up

Southside, twist your fingers up