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Waka Flocka Flame
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Hi-Jackin' Planez
[Verse 1]
Is it me or I'm trippin', them folks on my phone
When I talk I hear echoes in the background holmes
Looked out my window, seen a black Tahoe
Dark tints, two guys, two black suits
They say I'm wanted for third degree swag
Drop twenty in Louie, another thirty in Gucci
Sacks filled, shawty all I do is shop
Rolly on my left wrist, make a nigga jaw drop
BrickSquad Monopoly, this is it
The way the girl lock-jaw dick she like a fuckin' pit
They say life's a bitch, so I'm finger-fuckin' it
Wit a finger condom on, cause I don't trust shit
[Hook]
Put your lighters in the air
Put your red cups up
Blowin' back woods
Back to back I'm fucked up
Hijackin' planes, three years in the game
Got the money and the fame, but ain't nothin' really change
Bitches on my dick, cell phone keep jumpin'
Police out the window, man they think a nigga hustlin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
[Verse 2]
You want me for a feature, that's one brick
Shows goin' for two bricks, told her snort it off my dick
All I know is grind, go get it wit' it
You can tell we them bangers soon as I pulled down the brim
Where I'm from niggas rob their kin
You can't even trust a bitch or your best friend
Riverdale nigga this like Compton
Our pistols always barkin'
My nigga we get it poppin'
You can feel the tension soon as I walk in the buildin'
'Rari sit low to the Earth, call it caterpillin'
I'mma keep it grindin' nigga don't stop
In this industry, lames get all the credit
[Hook]
Put your lighters in the air
Put your red cups up
Blowin' back woods
Back to back I'm fucked up
Hijackin' planes, three years in the game
Got the money and the fame, but ain't nothin' really change
Bitches on my dick, cell phone keep jumpin'
Police out the window, man they think a nigga hustlin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
[Verse 3]
I don't care 'bout no 'he say' 'she say'
Chase this money, love dineros like my fuckin' DJ
Lap full of weed, ridin' on the freeway
Y'all niggas industry, I do this shit the G way
I'm a boss, pussy nigga 'bout that gun play
Self-made, triple B's nigga all day
Can't do it with the Glock then get my brother K
All white diamonds on my neck, call it Lisa Ray
I'mma be okay, I don't need too much
Just a red cup and one vanilla Dutch
Put your lighters in the air if your fucked up
Flocka give three fucks, Remi Martin pour me up
[Hook]
Put your lighters in the air
Put your red cups up
Blowin' back woods
Back to back I'm fucked up
Hijackin' planes, three years in the game
Got the money and the fame, but ain't nothin' really change
Bitches on my dick, cell phone keep jumpin'
Police out the window, man they think a nigga hustlin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
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