Letras Hype - Waka Flocka Flame

Hype

Pullin' up with a couple shooters\nI could give a f*** about this f****** music\nPullin', pullin' up, pullin' up\nWith a pullin', pullin', pullin', pullin'\nPullin' up with a couple shooters\nI could give a f*** about this f****** music\nAh (gunshot)\nFlockmix\nI tell these niggas take notes man\nNigga like «fuck graduating nigga sellin' coke\nThat’s a fucked up logic, man (buddy)\nAnd these hoes right fuckin' for new bags\nStealin' swag\nYou lame rappers views from a real Piru\nMarried to the game, «I do» (what)\nI’m ridin' through in that chicken coop\n'Dem birds in it when I’m slidin' through\nCan’t finesse a brick like I do\nYou lil niggas can’t walk a mile in my footsteps\nPussy, we don’t wear the same size shoe\nPunch him in his face, feed him chicken soup\nSurgeries in that institute (yah)\nRecord his ass while I whoop his ass\nAnd put it on my album as the interlude (yaa)\nMy circle tighter than an inner tube\nAlways talking' what you finna do?\nI think you lames hit your pinnacle\nRappers on too many chemicals\nWhere the f*** is y’all principles?\nThis Brick Squad I’m the general\nMiddle finger grab my genitals\nWhy the f*** my niece in the news?(ah)\nAlways talking' What Flocka doing\nAlways talkin What Waka doin'?\nCountin' money bitch I’m thumbing through it\nYou got a problem bitch I’m comin' to it\nPullin' up with a couple shooters\nI could give a f*** about this f*****' music\nI’ll f*** you up and there’s nothin' to it\nWhole squad ridin' like a f*****' Buick\nI know I’m winning but If*****' lose it\nAnd beat the case cause my lawyer Jewish (yah)\nGrimy nigga came from the sewage\nPut them hands on you like Lenny Lewis\nReally whip these shits if you diss me b****\nThen it’s a wrap like Christmas gifts\nIt’s arithmetic, I’ma hit the lick\nWe gon snatch the bag, then split the chips\nOut in Colorado, go and f*** with Spence\nVBS is on me never tuck it in\nThe haters out but the love is in\nMakin' major flips like above the rim (Flex)\nF****** up the dough cause I can’t cook\nSo I made a million on Facebook\nSo underrated feel like Westbrook\nI’m runnin' plays it’s textbook\nCoupla rappers solid but the rest shook\nThey say I can’t rap, so I came back\nWith dumb punchlines gave 'em left hooks\nBack from the dead I’m Jon Snow\nToe tag him he a John Doe\nI feel like young Scooter, no convo\nWatch out for snakes, keep the lawn mowed\nWhy these niggas thinkin' that they Pablo\nCause they watched an episode of Narcos\nThis is real life shotta f**** flows\nAnd you lyrical n*ggas (f***)\nCaught a case now you spiritual, n*gga\nThe feds put some fear in you, n*gga?\nWhat they put years on you, n*gga?\nYo I see a tear droppin n*gga?\nTold Chance to teardrop that n*gga\nI take the chair my n*gga\nLoyalty real my n*gga\nYo (Waka)\nF*** the niggas man?\nJust turned 30 man\nSo how old you think your favorite rapper is man?\nI was listening to n*ggas in middle school\nMove over grandaddy\nSquad Flockaveli 2\nGang gang