"Hype" lyrics
Waka Flocka Flame & Young Sizzle Lyrics
(with Young Sizzle (AKA Southside of 808 Mafia))
Pullin' up with a couple shooters
I could give a fuck about this fucking music
Pullin', pullin' up, pullin' up
With a pullin', pullin', pullin', pullin'
Pullin' up with a couple shooters
I could give a fuck about this fucking music
Ah
Flockmix
I tell these niggas take notes man
Nigga like "Fuck graduating nigga sellin' coke
That's a fucked up logic, man (buddy)
And these hoes right fuckin' for new bags
Stealin' swag
You lame rappers views from a real Piru
Married to the game, "I do" (what)
I'm ridin' through in that chicken coop
'Dem birds in it when I'm slidin' through
Can't finesse a brick like I do
You little niggas can't walk a mile in my footsteps
Pussy, we don't wear the same size shoe
Punch him in his face, feed him chicken soup
Surgeries in that institute (yah)
Record his ass while I whoop his ass
And put it on my album as the interlude (yaa)
My circle tighter than an inner tube
Always talking' what you finna do?
I think you lames hit your pinnacle
Rappers on too many chemicals
Where the fuck is y'all principles?
This Brick Squad I'm the general
Middle finger grab my genitals
Why the fuck my niece in the news?(ah)
Always talking' What Flocka doing
Always talkin What Waka doin'?
Countin' money bitch I'm thumbing through it
You got a problem bitch I'm comin' to it
Pullin' up with a couple shooters
I could give a fuck about this fucking music
I'll fuck you up and there's nothin' to it
Whole squad ridin' like a fucking Buick
I know I'm winning but fucking lose it
And beat the case 'cause my lawyer Jewish (yah)
Grimy nigga came from the sewage
Put them hands on you like Lenny Lewis
Really whip these shits if you diss me bitch
Then it's a wrap like Christmas gifts
It's arithmetic, I'ma hit the lick
We gon' snatch the bag, then split the chips
Out in Colorado, go and fuck with Spence
VBS is on me never tuck it in
The haters out but the love is in
Makin' major flips like above the rim (Flex)
Fucking up the dough 'cause I can't cook
So I made a million on Facebook
So underrated feel like Westbrook
I'm runnin' plays it's textbook
Coupl of rappers solid but the rest shook
They say I can't rap, so I came back
With dumb punchlines gave 'em left hooks
Back from the dead I'm Jon Snow
Toe tag him he a John Doe
I feel like young Scooter, no convo
Watch out for snakes, keep the lawn mowed
Why these niggas thinkin' that they Pablo
'Cause they watched an episode of Narcos
This is real life shotta fucks flows
And you lyrical niggas (fuck)
Caught a case now you spiritual, nigga
The feds put some fear in you, nigga?
What they put years on you, nigga?
Yo I see a tear droppin nigga?
Told Chance to teardrop that nigga
I take the chair my nigga
Loyalty real my nigga
Yo (Waka)
Fuck [?] the niggas man?
Just turned 30 man
So how old you think your favorite rapper is man?
I was listening to niggas in middle school
Move over granddaddy
Squad Flockaveli 2
Gang gang
I could give a fuck about this fucking music
Pullin', pullin' up, pullin' up
With a pullin', pullin', pullin', pullin'
Pullin' up with a couple shooters
I could give a fuck about this fucking music
Ah
Flockmix
I tell these niggas take notes man
Nigga like "Fuck graduating nigga sellin' coke
That's a fucked up logic, man (buddy)
And these hoes right fuckin' for new bags
Stealin' swag
You lame rappers views from a real Piru
Married to the game, "I do" (what)
I'm ridin' through in that chicken coop
'Dem birds in it when I'm slidin' through
Can't finesse a brick like I do
You little niggas can't walk a mile in my footsteps
Pussy, we don't wear the same size shoe
Punch him in his face, feed him chicken soup
Surgeries in that institute (yah)
Record his ass while I whoop his ass
And put it on my album as the interlude (yaa)
My circle tighter than an inner tube
Always talking' what you finna do?
I think you lames hit your pinnacle
Rappers on too many chemicals
Where the fuck is y'all principles?
This Brick Squad I'm the general
Middle finger grab my genitals
Why the fuck my niece in the news?(ah)
Always talking' What Flocka doing
Always talkin What Waka doin'?
Countin' money bitch I'm thumbing through it
You got a problem bitch I'm comin' to it
Pullin' up with a couple shooters
I could give a fuck about this fucking music
I'll fuck you up and there's nothin' to it
Whole squad ridin' like a fucking Buick
I know I'm winning but fucking lose it
And beat the case 'cause my lawyer Jewish (yah)
Grimy nigga came from the sewage
Put them hands on you like Lenny Lewis
Really whip these shits if you diss me bitch
Then it's a wrap like Christmas gifts
It's arithmetic, I'ma hit the lick
We gon' snatch the bag, then split the chips
Out in Colorado, go and fuck with Spence
VBS is on me never tuck it in
The haters out but the love is in
Makin' major flips like above the rim (Flex)
Fucking up the dough 'cause I can't cook
So I made a million on Facebook
So underrated feel like Westbrook
I'm runnin' plays it's textbook
Coupl of rappers solid but the rest shook
They say I can't rap, so I came back
With dumb punchlines gave 'em left hooks
Back from the dead I'm Jon Snow
Toe tag him he a John Doe
I feel like young Scooter, no convo
Watch out for snakes, keep the lawn mowed
Why these niggas thinkin' that they Pablo
'Cause they watched an episode of Narcos
This is real life shotta fucks flows
And you lyrical niggas (fuck)
Caught a case now you spiritual, nigga
The feds put some fear in you, nigga?
What they put years on you, nigga?
Yo I see a tear droppin nigga?
Told Chance to teardrop that nigga
I take the chair my nigga
Loyalty real my nigga
Yo (Waka)
Fuck [?] the niggas man?
Just turned 30 man
So how old you think your favorite rapper is man?
I was listening to niggas in middle school
Move over granddaddy
Squad Flockaveli 2
Gang gang
Writer(s): Juaquin Malphurs, Amir Motamedi
