Waka Flocka Flame - Big Homie Flock (Intro) lyrics

By popular demand In the motherf**in streets Big Homie Scream With Big Homie Flock brind you Roaches to Rolex Yall motherf**ers ready? The trap hot, it’s on fire Be the rap n***a like a busy bee play I run my hood, no marathon Took off for a minute now I’m back on That bas bigger, my dreads longer My n***as rhythm, my weed stronger Smoking that pack, that body builder Money talks, I don’t f**in hear you You ain’t dressed, you ain’t got swag You a walking label, you a signed artist sponsored links Got my own label, f** these n***as With they middle fingers I’mma die rich in the game bangin so it’s f** the prison When critics say I ain’t talkin money I keep 1k, them n***as transform to my old ways Keep black doors on me like OJ I’m turnt up off no d** You turned down, you getting no love Love the energy so I’m in the crowd Actin wild They know I go hard, b**h I’m good with yall One phone call, send them k**as at you That speed dial, Always visit 10 years, at the same time Joey beat his murder trial Always be the cal, that’s upon the soldiers Still collecting opinions, I’m a humbled n***a Never join forces, make my own way I keep cake, no birthday f**in off they competition I ain’t lemonade Follow street laws, don’t litigate I delegate, you follow I’m on my own sh**, you borrow Last n***a try to rob me got shot now he sue me for a half a mill That’s real sh** Big Homie Flock Squad