"Activist" lyrics
"Activist"
(feat. Ben G)
[Waka Flocka Flame (DJ Paul):]
I'm drinkin' on some Activist, I'm drinkin' on some Activist
I'm smokin' on atomic shit, you've never seen or heard of, bitch
I'm drinkin' on some Activist, I'm drinkin' on some Activist
(This for all you, this for all you, this for all you—)
(This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit)
I'm smokin' on atomic shit, you've never seen or heard of, bitch
[Waka Flocka Flame:]
I'm two Xan's, fuck a kickstand, afraid of heights, but I stay high
Stay fly, smoke this kush till my brain's fried and my thoughts go dry
Pole pimpin' like do or die, tippin' fours like dug it all
Smoke more kush than Khalifa, spit the word like a preacher
I just bought a pound, it's about to go down, I got white and brown liquor
About to make a movie motion picture, brin' couple bad bitches, my niggas
We got Backwoods and Swishers, we got mollies in that activist
My high, I can't miss, get fucked up, everybody go ratchet, bitch
[Waka Flocka Flame (DJ Paul):]
I'm drinkin' on some Activist, I'm drinkin' on some Activist
I'm smokin' on atomic shit, you've never seen or heard of, bitch
(This for all you, this for all you, this for all you—)
(This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit)
I'm drinkin' on some Activist, I'm drinkin' on some Activist
(This for all you, this for all you, this for all you—)
(This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit)
I'm smokin' on atomic shit, you've never seen or heard of, bitch
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
(This for all you, this for all you, this for all you—)
(This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit)
I said I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
(This for all you, this for all you, this for all you—)
(This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit)
I'm fucked up
(This for all you, this for all you, this for all you—)
(This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit)
[Waka Flocka Flame:]
I'm in a rave party, on ecstasy, loud music, and neon lights
Me and molly, first class flight, I know it's wrong but it feels right
Already got drink, all I need is Sprite, ask her name and her drug type
She don't do pills, she'll drink lean and smoke all night, hey just my type
Long hair, her eyes light, bad chick drive her daddy Jag
Fuck her in the back seat, make that a man, that's about all
Drink activist like Smart Water, two grams of molly got my mouth sour
Like a warhead I want more head, you can tell it's good by her right leg keep shakin'
Tryin' to get fucked up, nigga, what you drinkin'? You ain't high my dog, you fakin'
Free man is also say the same to the Haitians, my eye I'm chasin'
Droppin' Xans in the Sprite so my high escalatin', every time I walk feel like I'm elevatin'
And after the club I'mma wear red lights, with my head lights up, that's Ferrari racin'
[Waka Flocka Flame (DJ Paul):]
I'm drinkin' on some Activist, I'm drinkin' on some Activist
I'm smokin' on atomic shit, you've never seen or heard of, bitch
I'm drinkin' on some Activist, I'm drinkin' on some Activist
(This for all you, this for all you, this for all you—)
(This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit)
I'm smokin' on atomic shit, you've never seen or heard of, bitch
[DJ Paul:]
This for all you, this for all you, this for all you—
This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit
This for all you, this for all you, this for all you—
This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit
[Ben G:]
Squad Life, money over hoes, that's M.O.B. life
Got locked up my senior year, now I party every night like prom night
Fuck the system from the Damsel, and I'm well conditioned, fuck shampoo
I grew up quicker like bamboo, and you marathon bitches get ran through
Get head, roll a blunt and take it to the head
Got your girl in the kitchen, we didn't make it to the bed
Now she's makin' me some eggs, I'mma playa to the death
Got a butcher for the beef and the baker makes bread
And we baked out, threw a party at the lake house
When those girls makin' out, I deposit this dick in their bank account
And I pour, roll up, let's get faded, they ain't make it so they hate it
They just jaded, we just drinkin', we just smokin', we just wasted
I'm hardly active on that Activist
Actually, I've been actively passin' piff with the baddest bitch
[Waka Flocka Flame (DJ Paul):]
I'm drinkin' on some Activist, I'm drinkin' on some Activist
(This for all you, this for all you, this for all you—)
(This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit)
I'm smokin' on atomic shit, you've never seen or heard of, bitch
(This for all you, this for all you, this for all you—)
(This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit)
I'm drinkin' on some Activist, I'm drinkin' on some Activist
(This for all you, this for all you, this for all you—)
(This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit)
I'm smokin' on atomic shit, you've never seen or heard of, bitch
(This for all you, this for all you, this for all you—)
(This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit)
Thanks to brandon britt, Autumn, <3riiiiiiii for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Juaquin Malphurs
- AZLyrics
- W
- Waka Flocka Flame Lyrics
mixtape:
"DuFlocka Rant: Halftime Show" (2013)
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