Smoke, Drank - Waka Flocka Flame, Bo Deal, Kebo Gotti

A long ride to the west

M.O.B.

across my chest

Lord, please don’t let me rest

Why these niggas wanna test?

Nigga, please give me strength

One time, I don’t got friends

Ride this shit to the end

Can’t lose, man, I got to win

Juvenile, so I keep 2 Glocks

Flockaveli, I’m that Damu, oc

Light-skinned, tats, gold dreadlocks

Niggas playing cops like Matlock

Aim on point with his scope and his beam

Spray it at your head like oil sheen

Leave a nigga dead, eyes rolled back

Bow!

Bow!

Bow!

Nigga, hold that

Bitch, I’m from the Grove

Where niggas have a hand, they get on the stove

Some pop pills, some take it up the nose

Where niggas fucking hoes at thirteen

Living street life, fuck a hoop dream

Brick Squad.

that’s my home team

Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga

Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga

Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga

Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga

Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga

Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga

Middle finger to the Feds

M.O.B.

tatted on my leg

A couple niggas wanna see me dead

Act like D-Bo, get Craig’ed

Pussy niggas heard what the fuck I said

Room service, too, I’ll make your bed

Bury your body in a backyard shed

Make a nigga whole body shake, no dreads

Niggas don’t really want to roll with the kid

I got more connects than a highway bridge

Flow been cold, stored in a fridge

A lot of niggas talking about what they should have did

Called them niggas squares like a motherfucking grid

I’m on my grown man like a nigga had a kid

Got to ball on you niggas like I’m playing for the Knicks

Hit them with a shotgun, I call that shit the Clips

I ain’t worried about the cops, I’m too legit

I got to put money over every single bitch

Mouse in the hood, trapping for that cheese

Balling 'cause I hustle like I’m playing overseas

I was raised in the streets, me and my pistol

Moving these pounds on my bicycle

I’m so official, I earned my stripes

Bitches on my dick like a parasite

I make her tap out like the cane’s spiked

Then I smoke and drink all fucking night

Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga

Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga

Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga

Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga

Waka, what it do, cuz?

I’m fucking with you, nigga, the long way

Let’s get this money

Brick Squad in the building

Squad up, squad up, squad up

See, I’ma smoke 'til I can’t smoke no more, then drink 'til I can’t drink no

more

Plant a money seed and my chick grow

Stand up tall 'til it can’t no more

Try me if you want, I swear to God, I’ll split your cantaloupe

My chopper fully loaded, I’ma squeeze on you 'til there ain’t no more

I run real C like OG and them

Run with the B like Flocka and them

Green flag, that’s my partner, them

Hit Squad, man, there’s a lot of them

You get an Oscar, slim, for acting gangsta

A boss to him, better get your rank up

Real Money, been had our bank up

In the club, buying bottles just to pour the drink up

Who is this nigga trying to act like me?

Swear he getting money, bounce back like me

And every hood, every block count stacks like me

Fully loaded Glock, stay strapped like me

Nigga, you a nobody of Kebo Gotti

Mr. I Got It, all about a nigga’s profit

Flocka with a tool, would’ve been done got him

Been done hit him, been done shot him

Been done offed him, then laugh about it

While I’m blowing on kush straight from Cali

Irene shit, straight out the valley

I’ma duct tape shit and I ain’t talking alley

Flying in the bird and I ain’t talking falcon

Plead the fifth every time they ask me

Disappear just like it’s magic

Then reappear, lights, camera, action

I smoke, drink, smoke, drink

I smoke, drink, smoke, drink

I smoke, drink, smoke, drink

I smoke, drink, smoke, drink

Flocka, Gotti

Cuz, I see you, nigga

All the way on the west coast, nigga

Back on the east coast, nigga

Y’all know how we do it, man

Hit Squad, Brick Squad, nigga

I’m out

Gone