What You Reppin’ Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Frenchie, Gucci Mane, Slim Dunkin & Wooh da Kid)

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Brick Squad
Thirty bricks and forty mill, they gon' keep my pocket swell
Balling, shining, grinding, keeping it real, can't you fucking tell?
Green diamond chain, didn't impress her, this some Doublemint
Two hoes, double it, every time they sucking it
[?] on the car, sucker nigga went to fucking jail
Wide left Damu, big ring, Piru, you know your girl gon' swallow
My balls, she gon' gargle, I thought she was a model
She a Flocka groupie, she just wanna give me some coochie
'Cause I hang with Wooh, Frenchie, and my homeboy Gucci
Flocka

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Mic check, one, two, Brick Squad strapped
Three and to the four, you better watch your back
Throw the B's and the P's and the F's for the five
And the six for some Crips and G.D.'s
So what you repping, nigga?

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
So Icey my family, Waka on the right of me
Frenchie on the left of me, Wooh gon' bust your ass on in
Red rag in my pocket, same color, KayO the dreads
Ask homie what goes [?], we gon' get straight to the bread
Trap nigga this, trap nigga that
Gucci Mane La Flare, where my trap niggas at?
Gucci Mane, I'm tatted up, come find me
Three million dollars, cash money
So Icey, we balling, nigga
Wife beater on, so I'm showing out my artwork
Glock 40 shell shot, I'll try to make your heart jerk