Gudda Gudda - Bricksquad lyrics

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] I said my necklace iced out, my left wrist iced out Waka Flocka Flame stay out my lane because I'm thugged out n***as getting drugged out, you know what my clique bout Hit em wit a bottle stomp his motherf**ing lights out Hands on deck make a n***a pull a tool out Balling this year I ain't gonna stop until I fall out Wild out wild out, Gudda Gudda wild out Wild out wild out, Waka Flocka wild out [Refrain: Waka Flocka Flame] Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, young money, young money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad... Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, young money, young money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad... [Bridge: Waka Flocka Flame] Waka Flocka get jumped in the club Gudda, Waka Flocka [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] For the cash I'll wrap a n***a a** up Run up in his house Jim Carrey-style masked up We the new Wu-Tang, the new No Limit The new NWA, what's up Snoop and Dre Can't forget Eazy-E, Ice Cube's on my neck Fozzy screaming waka waka b**h I got that check I don't need no flex but I gotta ball Money Yao Ming, yes it's that tall But I'm gutta, gutta What's up Gudda Gudda I got rotten apple blood in my veins I reversed the slave route I'm from up north to down south No more mean mugs at my show sshowing green love Green flags, green love Su-woo to the people [Refrain: Waka Flocka Flame] Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, young money, young money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad... Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, young money, young money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad... [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] Young Money n***a I'mma rep to the d**h You can see the YM tatted on my neck All my n***as wild choppas on deck Stomp a n***a out, demand I respect Me and Waka Flacka got the hand on the tec And it's cash on delivery so hand me my check n***a I don't talk much but when I do b**h pay me Big money heavy weight, you can ask Baby Birdman schooled me, Wayne told me do me And stack big paper up, no need for loose leaf My rubberband stacks can't fold into knots I decapitate the top with two hoes in the drop I'm countin up the money 'til my hands get blisters Told my b**h to come help me, we can count it up quicker n***a Real n***a music they talkin we do's it Free my n***a Weezy and free my n***a Gucci [Refrain: Waka Flocka Flame] Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, young money, young money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad... Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, young money, young money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad...