Call The Squad - Waka Flocka Flame, Rocko

Where I’m from, everybody got a throwaway

They’ll throw your life away

One carbon stock, pockets gettin' blocked

Spindles on that motherfucker I ain’t runnin' from the cops

Southside in this bitch, I’m on my Riverdale shit

Shawty ass fat, can she suck a dick?

All I need is beans, styrofoam lean

Two fuckin' blunts, that’ll help a nigga

What’s happenin'?

All green outfit, I’m smokin' non-stop, bitch

On my Rocko shit, got a check like, its here

Cigarette gang, y’all some motherfuckin' squares

Bricksquad Monopoly, this our year

Stack on stack, we gon' make it clap

Hundred dollar bill, put it in her crack

Break your back, I’m with Freddie Mack

Twenty bands?

Throwin' that (Flex)

Thirty bands?

Throwin' that (Flex)

Forty bands?

Throwin' that (Flex)

Money, I track, I’m runnin' laps on niggas

Ain’t no holding back (Bricksquad!)

Go hard on 'em!

Call the squad on 'em!

Go hard on 'em!

Call the squad on 'em!

I ain’t holdin' back, go hard on em!

I ain’t holdin' back, call the squad on 'em!

Look at me I’m flossin'

Sex, Benz with the car scent

Kit sick, A1 nigga stay

What can I say, I’m saucy

First year in the game, I play varsity

Don’t know why they got on my shit

Grove Streets where I lost you nigga

Vanish in that van, quick, talkin' Austin

Long Island super iced tea, my cooler, big cocoa

Ten times, my mojo, I’m like Austin

Got power like Austin

Bout to hop on a jet and head to Austin

plug live in Austin

And to think the kid from Boston

Don’t know why they grim, talkin' Boston

Phone call, lookin' for Boston

Make my wrists look like they should be coughing

Walk in the door, hoes jumpin' up and down

They rejoicing, and your main bitch

Got a team full of killers and I endorse them

Ride with a dumb sack, reinforcement

All my cars supercharged, they horsin'

Ain’t worried 'bout enforcement

Seen my loft, I send her off then

That’s my main bitch, thanks to her I’m flossin'

Stack on stack, we gon' make it clap

Hundred dollar bill, put it in her crack

Break your back, I’m with Freddie Mack

Twenty bands?

Throwin' that (Flex)

Thirty bands?

Throwin' that (Flex)

Forty bands?

Throwin' that (Flex)

Money, I track, I’m runnin' laps on niggas

Ain’t no holding back (Bricksquad!)

Go hard on 'em!

Call the squad on 'em!

Go hard on 'em!

Call the squad on 'em!

I ain’t holdin' back, go hard on em!

I ain’t holdin' back, call the squad on 'em!