Waka Flocka Flame - Hype (Flockmix) lyrics

[Intro] Flockmix I tell these n***as take notes, man I Can't Rap Volume 2 n***a like, “f** graduating,“ n***a sellin' coke That's a f**ed up logic, man And these hoes, right, f**in' for new bags Stealin' swag [Verse 1] You lame rappers, views from a real Piru Married to the game, “I do” I'm ridin' through in that chicken coop 'Dem birds in it when I'm slidin' through Can't finesse a brick like I do You lil n***as can't walk a mile in my footsteps p**y, we don't wear the same size shoe Punch him in his face, feed him chicken soup Surgeries in that institute Record his a** while I whoop his a** And put it on my album as the interlude My circle tighter than an inner tube Always talkin', what you finna do? I think you lames hit your pinnacle Rapper on too many chemicals Where the f** is y'all principles? This Brick Squad, I'm the general Middle finger grab my genitals Why the f** my niece in the news? Always talkin', “What Flocka doin'?” Always talkin', “What Waka doin'?” Countin' money, b**h I'm thumbing through it You got a problem, b**h I'm comin' to it Pullin' up with a couple shooters I could give a f** about this f**in' music I'll f** you up and there's nothin' to it Whole squad ridin' like a f**in' Buick I know I'm winning but I f**in' lose it And beat the case cause my lawyer Jewish Grimy n***a came from the sewage Put them hands on you like Lenny Lewis Really whip these sh**s if you diss me, b**h Then it's a wrap like Christmas gifts It's arithmetic, I'ma hit the lick We gon snatch the bag, then split the chips Out in Colorado, go and f** with Spence VBS is on me, never tuck it in The haters out, but the love is in Makin' major flips like above the rim (Flex!) f**in' up the dough cause I can't cook So I made a million on Facebook So underrated, feel like Westbrook I'm runnin' plays, it's textbook Coupla rappers solid but the rest shook They say I can't rap, so I came back With dumb punchlines, gave 'em left hooks Back from the dead, I'm Jon Snow Toe tag him, he a John Doe I feel like young Scooter, no convo Watch out for snakes, keep the lawn mowed Why these n***as thinkin' that they Pablo? Cause they watched an episode of Narcos This is real life, shotta, f** flows And you lyrical n***as Caught a case now you spiritual, n***as? The feds put some fear in you, n***a? What they put years on you, n***a? Yo I see a tear droppin, n***a? Told Chance to teardrop that n***a I take the chair, my n***a Loyalty real, my n***a Yo (Waka!) [Outro] f** wrong with these n***as, man? Just turned 30, man So how old you think your favorite rapper is, man? I was listenin' to n***as in middle school Move over, grandaddy Squad, Flockaveli 2 Gang gang (Crew!)