Lyrics Waka Flocka Flame – Randy Savage

Hook x2: Waka Flocka Flame
Two Glocks, one blunt, and a bad bitch
I’m flexing on these nigga’s, Randy Savage
Pop a molly, smoke a blunt, drink some Activist

Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame
I said I’m trying to see what’s happening, little mama what’s up
Three diamond chains on me neck, with Texas in my cup
Jumping off the top row, tell these bitches that’s what’s up
Four hundred for the Ghost, I got a check, run it up
Snatch a chain, you ain’t tough
Hundred racks, that’s not enough
Fucking bad, breaking swag, cute ass, that’s up
Exhale, I got a check
Don’t gotta borrow, it’s on deck
In my pocket, I’m gon pop it at your noggin, Randy Savage
I’m a legend, boy you know it
Hundred dollar bills I don’t flex, I throw it
Hopped in the club and I’m gon’ roll it
And these molly’s we don’ chewed it
Your main bitch, we ran through it
Leg dropping these bitches
Blowing Backwood’s, I can’t do no fucking Swisher’s
Take a picture

Hook

Verse 2: B Ceeze
Gon’ pop that pussy for a Squad nigga
We ain’t worrying bout your man, we let them bands hit him
Money all I see, money all I know
Money all I get, I stack it from the floor

Hook

Verse 3: Frenchie
Flexing, hard, out this, planet
Macho, man, Randy, Savage
Bands Andre the giant, taller than that
Call me Lex Luger, I got torcher racks
You better keep your eyes open, for you take a trip with that undertaker
I’m a stone cold nigga, middle finger up like fuck a hater
Don’t reach for my legs, I aim straight for the head
Call my hatch razor remote,filling, raise his head
Sony, got them, 808’s
Boy I’m straight with the cake
Smell of the rocks cooking, that’s straight up bass
Kill them with this slow flow, cause most niggas got no flow
Slow dope better than no dope, now that’s a no-no

Hook