Brick Squad
Travis, Waka, Scott, Flocka, Flame
Mm, mm
Mm
This shit get intergalactic (Yeah, Flocka)
Just like the ski lifts, take these bitches to Aspen (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Know you a freak, girl, you can stop all the actin’ (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
She don’t really do the vacay and the champagne (No way, yup)
She wanna go hard in the damp rain (Flocka, yeah)
Let me see you go hard just for me, babe
Can you go hard? (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Squad (Squad)
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Baow, baow, Flocka
Back in, I’m ‘causin her stir (Uh)
How the fuck I got the drink outta Europe? Shawty keep twistin’ her hair (Bow)
She wanna see how the, uh, uh, she wanna see how the
JACKBOYS moves (Blessed, bow, brr)
Spit on the mic, baby, check one, two (Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
Couple of killers, I’m flyin’ to private, I ain’t even gotta go check my tools (Flocka)
Hey, what’s up? What’s up? What’s up with niggas?
They wonder why I don’t wanna fuck with niggas
Remember when they ain’t wanna fuck with niggas
I changed the city for more than I know (Bow, bow)
I’m tryna bring her Grammy to the mow, soon as she see me, she open her throat
Call her, let’s see if she hot, hot, and ready to go (What up?)
I don’t like turnin’ up none of my hoes, shit that I hit niggas never would know
You’re not my shit, that’s twinski
Fuck me good, get an AMG Benski, or a brand new Lambski (Skip)
Niggas be prayin’, they turn me down, whole time, nigga, I been geek (Squad)
Yeah, in your bitch, whole time you been sleepwalked in LV, ten chains
Feelin’ like a nigga just walked in ten deep (Yeah, [?])
Yeah, man, I swear these old niggas kill me (Bow, bow), now my wires fill me (Bow, bow, bow)
They just want the real me, yeah
Blue Bugatti, I’m dodgin’ TMZ (Bow, bow), made a hundred, I’m pushin’ T’s (Bow, bow, bow)
Now my phone on DND, yeah
I just made her pay the fee, I just made her stay for keeps
Ride that shit, it never leaves, not many T’s, I-, psh
Did she get intergalactic? Yeah, like this kilos take these bitches to Aspen
Know you a real girl, you can start her actin’ (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
You know I ain’t gonna vacay on that champain (Flex, you know)
She put on your heart and your temper (Flocka)
Let me see you go hard (Yeah) for me, babe
Can you go hard? (Squad)
Paul and them, Paul and Juicy, and them was the last niggas to fly
‘Cause they was not goin’ nowhere without it
And when the goddamn excursion came, that was, nigga, that was it for them
They damn sure wasn’t flyin’ ’cause now they can bring as many niggas as they want
They got enough room for clothes, DJ turntables, sticks
Weed, liquor, all that shit, all in one motherfuckin’ truck, nigga
