Waka Flocka Flame Call Waka song lyrics

Back in this bitch, yeah I'm back in this bitch

If that bitch get to spazzing, I'm axing that bitch

And I'm asking you rappers, do you ask your bitch for permission to sit down and piss? (Pussy!)

I'm actually rapping 'bout factual shit

Couple hundred on chains put that on my bling

I'm a savage, I'm blessed and they asking you shit

And you do too much, niggas get slapped like a bitch

I make in a week what you make in a year

Eight figure, nigga, so let that be clear

I captain you niggas, please let me steer

For hope for your niggas, and that shit is weird

Yeah, you got a single - your swagger so boring

I swear I feel like imma never stop touring

They claiming it's time to bring races together

They come to my shows, get wasted together

Party together

Smoke one together

I'm changing the world, y'all hope for the better

My business I handle

You rappers just rebel

They tell me "Come back", but the game is in shambles

And it's just a shame, they come in my lane

They want that old Flocka, that Hard in the Paint

They feel so authentic, you artists is lame

Face, car, I got credit charged into the game

I matched in the gas and I mastered my craft

School of hard knocks, got my Masters in math

I count them like Scooter, then go see my jeweler

Oh y'all some OGs, I'm original shooter

They screaming "Free Gucci!" and yelling out "Squaad!"

Like y'all niggas knew us, man y'all niggas frauds

I sell to Atlantic, but don't need a deal

Please do not panic, return of the real

(Flocka!)

My niggas got hit with the R.I.C.O.(why?)

We come in the prison with choppers like I'm freeing Chapo

My niggas got hit with the R.I.C.O. (you know)

Flockaveli a classic, so please stay tuned for the sequel

They tweeting and talking and dissing and blogging

Try me in July, you be missing by August

My chick is a boss, my clique full of bosses

You soft as that pillow you talking... on, gone

Fu-Fuck fu-fuck it I'm back

Put your hands up front, to the back

Swiss blade to your jawline

It's our time

Imma count down from 10, draw 9s

Fuck the confederate flag

Looking racist in his face and ass

Why you hate me cause I'm black?

The police arrest us, blast us, trap us, athletes, rappers, actors

Put a picture up and act like a pastor, please

Shhhh-shit!

Man, I should be touching the people

Still hustle like hustle is legal (squad, squad)

Boy, I'm feeling like I'm Bugsy Siegel

Loordd, deliver me from evil (please)

Loordd, who the fuck are these people?

This is a chapter, a verse and a testament

Post for the reference, I think it's evident

If police start asking, y'all giving up evidence

I free all my niggas, soon as I'm President

And fuck Donald Trump, man

I'm sending you straight to Mexico to live in, motherfucker

I'm out, man, Flockaveli 2 coming soon I swear

A lot of rappers slain

My young niggas asking "Can I snatch his chain?"

Look down, said "I though the same thing" (ya dig!)

Flockaveli 2, middle finger fame

(I'm with the shit!)

Made a million dollars off of rapping

Made a million dollars off of trapping

Made another quarter million off of capping

Flockaveli 2