Waka Flocka Flame - Blood On The Leaves (Freestyle) lyrics

[Produced by TNGHT, Kanye West, Mike Dean, Arca, Carlos "6 July" Broady, and 88 Keys] [Intro: Nina Simone] Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees Blood on the leaves Breeze, breeze Blood on the leaves Breeze, breeze Blood on the leaves Breeze, breeze Black bodies Swinging in the southern breeze, breeze Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees From the poplar trees [Verse 1: Waka Flocka] Flocka on that bullsh** again The preacher in the pulpit again You f**ing losers bout to forfeit gain Your importance seems so enormous and then Your cooperate friends pull up in that 'f** is this?' Turn pale when you see my f**ing bucket list Life is super sweet, smoke the finest sour I'm 'bout to hand glide form the Eiffel tower My silent hour when I'm on stage raging They used to look down, now I see they face changin' The ba** banging The game make them taste fame and You n***as lame so I guess I have to say it layman [Interlude: Nina Simone and Flocka] Waka Flocka! (Black bodies, swinging in the southern breeze) Squad n***a, you can't f** with us n***a We knock the f** ya'll n***as out 4 years in this sh** n***a, what you think? Breeze! p**y Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees Blood on the leaves [Verse 2] Flocka on them trees, that's blood on the leaves All I need a pretty face, little something to squeeze And it's nothing to me Man I came from a different lane I'm 'bout to cop four tickets to a Clippers game Make sure I wear every single f**ing chain Not because I can, but because he can't But why wait, I guess it change nothing still I wonder why my brothers k** Ion wanna pop another pill I'm tryna find another thrill It's another degree Man, Flocka on them trees, that's blood on the leaves Squad!