Waka Flocka Flame - Hoodrich Lebron Flock James lyrics

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame] Hood n***a this, hood n***a that (on that hood sh**) Hood n***as got [?] and [?] in [?] Waka Flocka Flame, you know my f**ing gang [?], that's what a n***a claim (Georgia muscle n***a) [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] I'm so f**ing turnt up with this hood b**h Diamonds hella bright, you can call me hood rich But on some hood sh**, I f** with the hood n***as (Grove St) In the club with the bangas and the drug dealers East Side, twist ya fingers up West Side, twist ya fingers up North Side, twist ya fingers up South Side, twist ya fingers up [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] For your chain and ring, you can get dome checked In the studio, all day, tryna bust a check Tattoos on my body, call it illustration Hard work, no play, f** a vacation Seven days a week, even in my sleep Even when I eat, money's all a n***a speak These n***as too funny, got the super money Independent mixtape money And to the west side, Flocka f**ing with you Whats up east side, you know I'm f**ing with you Hey north side, Waka Flame gotcha mane South side is what I claim, that's my f**ing gang [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] I'm back Waka, n***a I'm strapped Flocka, n***a This track south side, going bonkers, n***a Goku a n***a, better know voodoo, n***a I shoot a n***a, ice pick choke a n***a Is ya blood, crip, Latin King, or Folk, my n***a? Waka Flocka Flame, straight [?] rock ya brain What set you claim, n***a, what hood you from? Sell crack, play ball, or shoot a handgun (three choices) Shawty, I stay on my sh** These haters trying to snitch on me like I'm Michael Vick But you can call me Waka Flame (oh lord) Offset my car, and pulled out my chain (oh lord) [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] [Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame] Offset, candy paint n***as rap about what they don't got and what they think I'm a rap about what I did and who the f** I hate Brick Squad clique [?], lets 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 faker than a wire tap So shawty stop that brick talk My little buddy on the left like the crip walk My little blood on the right like the b-hop Where your trap spot? Where your dope block? Is your name buzzing, n***a? Heard your a** ain't good for nothing Used to be broke, made something out of nothing Waka Flocka, n***a [Hook]