"Fire Squad (Remix)" lyrics
Niggas acting like they're kings 'til I walk up on their throne
Take a piss, kiss the ring, know it hurts, know it stings
Red alert on the beam... Flocka home
The kids misdirected and the cops are wrong
Man they're ratting on each other, then they're back at home
Acting like it never happened, backstabbing wow
What's next? Another rapper dead, no flex
I'm going at your head, who the best?
Cut the check, closed mouths never get fed
Take the food off your plate, chew it in your face
I can't hear your shit, moment of silence
Condoning the violence if you're proposing a rising
Their fan base mad I killed their favorite rapper
I'm still your favorite trapper's favorite trapper
Fuck freestyles, kill 'em with the written rhymes
And all you cokehead rappers better get in line
No subliminals, I'm direct getting off
Your clique is soft, let your bitch kick it with a boss
We're two people from the bottom, we're just different lanes
Cole I feel your pain, feel like I was born again
This the tiger and the lion, this is David and Goliath
This Qua-ran and the Bible, this the pistol and the rifle
In the cypher I ignite you. Boom!
It's a cold fucking world and I'm sneezing bricks
And we got grey tickets, on my season shit
Break them chickens down, then we season it
Re-press it, then send it, that's an easy flip
Crush my enemies, they just envy me
Now it's business entities, it was meant to be
Squad life 'til they sentence me to centuries
Can't get to me, I handle shit differently
We never had shit, wonder why we looting
If he ain't got a pistol, why the fuck he shooting?
I think them drugs pollutant, should've stayed a student
But then I wouldn't be on stage giving out the blueprint
Holler at the movement, I'm about to lose it
And when I do, lay it down, ain't no fucking movement
They're like, "Flock, what up with EDM?"
Same rappers lowkey don't wanna see me win
50 thou for a verse, I don't need a friend
And I don't really like your music, so why pretend?
And how you gangbanging after you're famous?
Swear half of you brainless, you rappers are aimless
You rappers are anus, I'm clapping the stainless
This accurate aiming, start dropping your names in
It's a new world order
Made a dollar out a quarter, made some dollars out of quarters
Now the show's across the boarders and they're slaughtering our daughters
And they're killing all our sons, this shit ain't just for fun
We used to put our hands up and box on the block
Now you put your hands up and get shot by a cop
I sat first class by Donnie McClurkin
He said, "God got a plan, young man. Keep working."
I know, Flocka!
"Fire Squad" remix, man. "I Can't Rap: Vol. 2", man
J. Cole, what's popping, bruh?
Still looking for a blunt roller, man. 50k a year, man
Make sure you bring your Pine Bros
Yeah, get it. You dig what I'm saying, man?
I got bars, man. I ain't talking about prison, man
Fuck you mean, man?
Waka Flocka! Flame! Flocka! Rrah! Rrah! Rrah!
They hate that shit, man, but they love it at the same time, man. You gotta respect this shit, man
Three bars of flame, man
Leader of the new school, Waka Flocka Flame, man
Black box shawty
Take a piss, kiss the ring, know it hurts, know it stings
Red alert on the beam... Flocka home
The kids misdirected and the cops are wrong
Man they're ratting on each other, then they're back at home
Acting like it never happened, backstabbing wow
What's next? Another rapper dead, no flex
I'm going at your head, who the best?
Cut the check, closed mouths never get fed
Take the food off your plate, chew it in your face
I can't hear your shit, moment of silence
Condoning the violence if you're proposing a rising
Their fan base mad I killed their favorite rapper
I'm still your favorite trapper's favorite trapper
Fuck freestyles, kill 'em with the written rhymes
And all you cokehead rappers better get in line
No subliminals, I'm direct getting off
Your clique is soft, let your bitch kick it with a boss
We're two people from the bottom, we're just different lanes
Cole I feel your pain, feel like I was born again
This the tiger and the lion, this is David and Goliath
This Qua-ran and the Bible, this the pistol and the rifle
In the cypher I ignite you. Boom!
It's a cold fucking world and I'm sneezing bricks
And we got grey tickets, on my season shit
Break them chickens down, then we season it
Re-press it, then send it, that's an easy flip
Crush my enemies, they just envy me
Now it's business entities, it was meant to be
Squad life 'til they sentence me to centuries
Can't get to me, I handle shit differently
We never had shit, wonder why we looting
If he ain't got a pistol, why the fuck he shooting?
I think them drugs pollutant, should've stayed a student
But then I wouldn't be on stage giving out the blueprint
Holler at the movement, I'm about to lose it
And when I do, lay it down, ain't no fucking movement
They're like, "Flock, what up with EDM?"
Same rappers lowkey don't wanna see me win
50 thou for a verse, I don't need a friend
And I don't really like your music, so why pretend?
And how you gangbanging after you're famous?
Swear half of you brainless, you rappers are aimless
You rappers are anus, I'm clapping the stainless
This accurate aiming, start dropping your names in
It's a new world order
Made a dollar out a quarter, made some dollars out of quarters
Now the show's across the boarders and they're slaughtering our daughters
And they're killing all our sons, this shit ain't just for fun
We used to put our hands up and box on the block
Now you put your hands up and get shot by a cop
I sat first class by Donnie McClurkin
He said, "God got a plan, young man. Keep working."
I know, Flocka!
"Fire Squad" remix, man. "I Can't Rap: Vol. 2", man
J. Cole, what's popping, bruh?
Still looking for a blunt roller, man. 50k a year, man
Make sure you bring your Pine Bros
Yeah, get it. You dig what I'm saying, man?
I got bars, man. I ain't talking about prison, man
Fuck you mean, man?
Waka Flocka! Flame! Flocka! Rrah! Rrah! Rrah!
They hate that shit, man, but they love it at the same time, man. You gotta respect this shit, man
Three bars of flame, man
Leader of the new school, Waka Flocka Flame, man
Black box shawty
