Released: October 22, 2009
Featuring: Lil Capp Cartel MGM
Songwriter: Lil Capp Waka Flocka Flame Cartel MGM
Producer: Tay Beatz Lex Luger
[Hook: Lil Capp]
The block hot, the hood on fire
The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high
12 riding around, trying to patrol the shit
But we control shit, tell the cartel to bring some more bricks
The block hot, the hood on fire
The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high
12 on the strip, fifty in the clip
And if they kick the door, shit, I'ma let it rip
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Police kicked my door in, shawty, last night
I'll be damned if I don't go out with a fight
My girlfriend said she need some new shoes and a bag
I said, "Shut the fuck up and get off your ass"
Me and Capp busting bricks down the Michael Vicks
One-fifty for a seven of that rock shit
Hit Squad Taliban on that hood shit
Cobra Squad in Clayco, y'all could suck my dick
A thirty-pack of pills and a quarter-pound of mid
We on that young nigga shit, trying to get rich
And till the day I die, I'ma stay fresh and fly
And live life everyday motherfucking high
[Hook: Lil Capp]
The block hot, the hood on fire
The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high
12 riding around, trying to patrol the shit
But we control shit, tell the cartel to bring some more bricks
The block hot, the hood on fire
The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high
12 on the strip, fifty in the clip
And if they kick the door, shit, I'ma let it rip
[Verse 2: Lil Capp]
Tell Cartel to meet me at the Texaco
I got love for my plug, he from Mexico
Snitching-ass niggas singing like the opera
Keep your mouth closed or talk to the chopper
What up, Cartel? My [?]
The trap bumping on this strong and [?]
Mary-Kate and Ashley got my hands ashy
He from out of town, so I had to test him
I'm up all night and getting no sleep
But I'm so geeked, [?], Grove Street
Bomb on my nuts, pistol in the cut
You've got to juug? (oh let's do it)
'Cause I fucked my money up
[Hook: Lil Capp]
The block hot, the hood on fire
The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high
12 riding around, trying to patrol the shit
But we control shit, tell the cartel to bring some more bricks
The block hot, the hood on fire
The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high
12 on the strip, fifty in the clip
And if they kick the door, shit, I'ma let it rip
[Verse 3: Cartel MGM]
Sure Waka Flocka tell them that they on deck
Drop ten on me, come back on a Tuesday
Police watching, I don't give a shit
I keep moving bales, I keep busting bricks
Everybody in the trap got a full clip
Bald head Mexicans on some good shit
Trap life, count money, and kush burning
J's knocking on the door, so I started serving
Cartel, Flocka, and Capp in one room
Counting six mill in my grandma's living room
Cartel, Flocka, and Capp in one room
Counting six mill in my grandma's living room
[Hook: Lil Capp]
The block hot, the hood on fire
The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high
12 riding around, trying to patrol the shit
But we control shit, tell the cartel to bring some more bricks
The block hot, the hood on fire
The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high
12 on the strip, fifty in the clip
And if they kick the door, shit, I'ma let it rip
The block hot, the hood on fire
The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high
12 riding around, trying to patrol the shit
But we control shit, tell the cartel to bring some more bricks
The block hot, the hood on fire
The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high
12 on the strip, fifty in the clip
And if they kick the door, shit, I'ma let it rip
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Police kicked my door in, shawty, last night
I'll be damned if I don't go out with a fight
My girlfriend said she need some new shoes and a bag
I said, "Shut the fuck up and get off your ass"
Me and Capp busting bricks down the Michael Vicks
One-fifty for a seven of that rock shit
Hit Squad Taliban on that hood shit
Cobra Squad in Clayco, y'all could suck my dick
A thirty-pack of pills and a quarter-pound of mid
We on that young nigga shit, trying to get rich
And till the day I die, I'ma stay fresh and fly
And live life everyday motherfucking high
[Hook: Lil Capp]
The block hot, the hood on fire
The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high
12 riding around, trying to patrol the shit
But we control shit, tell the cartel to bring some more bricks
The block hot, the hood on fire
The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high
12 on the strip, fifty in the clip
And if they kick the door, shit, I'ma let it rip
[Verse 2: Lil Capp]
Tell Cartel to meet me at the Texaco
I got love for my plug, he from Mexico
Snitching-ass niggas singing like the opera
Keep your mouth closed or talk to the chopper
What up, Cartel? My [?]
The trap bumping on this strong and [?]
Mary-Kate and Ashley got my hands ashy
He from out of town, so I had to test him
I'm up all night and getting no sleep
But I'm so geeked, [?], Grove Street
Bomb on my nuts, pistol in the cut
You've got to juug? (oh let's do it)
'Cause I fucked my money up
[Hook: Lil Capp]
The block hot, the hood on fire
The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high
12 riding around, trying to patrol the shit
But we control shit, tell the cartel to bring some more bricks
The block hot, the hood on fire
The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high
12 on the strip, fifty in the clip
And if they kick the door, shit, I'ma let it rip
[Verse 3: Cartel MGM]
Sure Waka Flocka tell them that they on deck
Drop ten on me, come back on a Tuesday
Police watching, I don't give a shit
I keep moving bales, I keep busting bricks
Everybody in the trap got a full clip
Bald head Mexicans on some good shit
Trap life, count money, and kush burning
J's knocking on the door, so I started serving
Cartel, Flocka, and Capp in one room
Counting six mill in my grandma's living room
Cartel, Flocka, and Capp in one room
Counting six mill in my grandma's living room
[Hook: Lil Capp]
The block hot, the hood on fire
The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high
12 riding around, trying to patrol the shit
But we control shit, tell the cartel to bring some more bricks
The block hot, the hood on fire
The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high
12 on the strip, fifty in the clip
And if they kick the door, shit, I'ma let it rip
more tracks from the album
From the album
- Salute Me or Shoot Me 2.5 (2009)
Waka Flocka Flame popular songs
- No Hands
- Hard In da Paint
- 50k
- Rooster in My Rari
- Round of Applause
- O Let’s Do It
- Grove St. Party
- Ballin’ Out
- Snakes in the Grass
- For My Dawgs
- Karma
- Bustin’ at ’Em
- Get Low
- I Don’t Really Care
- Workin’
- Keep It Real
- Fell
- Fuck the Club Up
- Bricksquad
- 50k (Remix)
- Wet Wet
- Ice Cream Cone
- Can’t Do Golds
- TTG (Trained to Go)