Waka Flocka Flame - Big Homie Flock lyrics

[Verse 1] The trap hot, it's on fire Eat a rap n***a like a Busy Bee plate I run my hood, no marathon Took off for a minute now I'm back on That base bigger, my dreads longer My n***as realer, my weed stronger Smoking gas packs, that body builder Money talks, I don't f**ing hear you [Verse 2] You can't dress, you ain't got swag You a walking label, you a signed artist Got my own label, f** these n***as With the middle fingers, I'ma die rich I'm a g**ner, so it's f** the prison What critics say I ain't talking money, I keep 1 K Don't make me 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, acting wild They know I go hard, b**h I'm Debbie's child One phone call, send them k**ers at you That's speed dial I was facing 10 years at the same time Joey beat his murder trial R.I.P. to Cal, that's a fallen soldier Still collecting pennies, I'm a humble n***a Never join forces, make my own way I keep cake, no birthday f** a off day, competition, I eliminate Follow street laws, don't litigate I delegate, you follow I'm on my own sh**, you borrow Last n***a tried to rob me got shot, now he suing me for a half a mill That's real sh** Big Homie Flock Squad