[00:00.000] 作曲 : Jacques Webster/Caleb Zackery Toliver/Juaquin Malphurs/Keshav Balaji/Cole Morie
[00:09.624]Brick Squad
[00:13.336]Travis, Waka, Scott, Flocka, Flame
[00:22.630]Mm, mm
[00:27.803]Mm
[00:28.379]
[00:29.279]This shit get intergalactic (Yeah, Flocka)
[00:32.166]Then like the ski lifts, take these bitches to Aspen (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
[00:35.162]Know you a freak, girl, you can stop all the actin' (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
[00:38.655]She don't really do the vacay and the champagne (No way, yup)
[00:42.641]She wanna go hard in the damn paint (Flocka, yeah)
[00:45.726]Let me see you go hard just for me, babe
[00:49.305]Can you go hard? (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
[00:50.021]
[00:55.941]Squad (Squad)
[01:01.187](North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange—)
[01:05.406]Baow, baow, Flocka
[01:06.273]
[01:07.151]Back and I'm causin' a stir
[01:08.814]How the **** I got the drink out in Europe? Shawty keep twistin' her hair (Baow, baow, baow)
[01:11.977]She wanna see how the— hah, hah, she wanna see how the JACKBOYS move (Flex, baow, brr)
[01:15.433]Spit on the mic, baby, check, one, two (Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup)
[01:17.274]Couple of killers, I'm flyin' a private, I ain't even gotta go check my tool (Flocka)
[01:20.978]Like what's up? What's up? What's up with niggas?
[01:23.302]They wonder why I don't wan' **** with niggas
[01:25.161]Remember when they wouldn't **** with niggas
[01:26.866]I changed the city from all that I know (Baow, baow)
[01:28.698]I'm tryna bring a Grammy to the Mo
[01:30.252]Soon as she see me, she open her throat
[01:31.980]Call her Little Caesars, she hot, hot, and ready to go (Rollin')
[01:35.278]I don't like turnin' up none of my hoes
[01:36.875]Shit that I hit, niggas never would know
[01:38.511]You not my shit, that's twinski
[01:40.205]**** me good, get an AMG Benzki or a brand-new Lambski (Ski)
[01:43.467]Niggas be prayin' they turn me down, whole time, nigga, I been geeked (JACKBOYS 2, squad)
[01:47.353]Yeah, hittin' your bitch whole time you been sleep
[01:50.068]Walked in LV, ten chains, feelin' like a nigga just walked in ten deep (Yeah, JACKBOYS 2)
[01:53.968]Yeah, man, I swear these old niggas kill me (Baow, baow)
[01:56.732]Know my YNs feel me (Baow, baow, baow)
[01:58.442]They just want the real me, yeah
[02:01.339]Blue Bugatti, I'm dodgin' TMZ (Baow, baow)
[02:03.342]Made a hundred off pushin' T's (Baow, baow, baow)
[02:05.101]Now my phone on DND, yeah
[02:08.473]I just made her pay the fee
[02:10.046]I just made her stay for keeps
[02:11.755]Ridin' shit, it never leaks
[02:13.691]You know how many T's I— psh
[02:14.633]
[02:15.418]This shit get intergalactic
[02:17.792]Then like the ski lifts, take these bitches to Aspen
[02:21.019]Know you a freak, girl, you can stop all the actin' (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
[02:24.650]She don't really do the vacay and the champagne (Flex)
[02:28.588]She wanna go hard in the damn paint (You know, Flocka)
[02:31.889]Let me see you go hard for me, babe
[02:35.422]Can you go hard? (Squad)
[02:35.989]
[02:40.530]Paul and them, Paul and Juicy and them was the last niggas to fly
[02:44.270]'Cause they was not goin' nowhere without it
[02:48.554]And when the goddamn Excursion came, that was, nigga, that was it for them
[02:52.754]They damn sure wasn't flyin', 'cause now they can bring as many niggas as they want
[02:56.676]They got enough room for clothes, DJ turntables, sticks
[03:00.849]Weed, liquor, all that shit
[03:03.036]All in one mother****in' truck, nigga

作曲 : Jacques Webster/Caleb Zackery Toliver/Juaquin Malphurs/Keshav Balaji/Cole Morie
Brick Squad
Travis, Waka, Scott, Flocka, Flame
Mm, mm
Mm
This shit get intergalactic (Yeah, Flocka)
Then like the ski lifts, take these bitches to Aspen (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Know you a freak, girl, you can stop all the actin' (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
She don't really do the vacay and the champagne (No way, yup)
She wanna go hard in the damn paint (Flocka, yeah)
Let me see you go hard just for me, babe
Can you go hard? (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Squad (Squad)
(North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange—)
Baow, baow, Flocka
Back and I'm causin' a stir
How the **** I got the drink out in Europe? Shawty keep twistin' her hair (Baow, baow, baow)
She wanna see how the— hah, hah, she wanna see how the JACKBOYS move (Flex, baow, brr)
Spit on the mic, baby, check, one, two (Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup)
Couple of killers, I'm flyin' a private, I ain't even gotta go check my tool (Flocka)
Like what's up? What's up? What's up with niggas?
They wonder why I don't wan' **** with niggas
Remember when they wouldn't **** with niggas
I changed the city from all that I know (Baow, baow)
I'm tryna bring a Grammy to the Mo
Soon as she see me, she open her throat
Call her Little Caesars, she hot, hot, and ready to go (Rollin')
I don't like turnin' up none of my hoes
Shit that I hit, niggas never would know
You not my shit, that's twinski
**** me good, get an AMG Benzki or a brand-new Lambski (Ski)
Niggas be prayin' they turn me down, whole time, nigga, I been geeked (JACKBOYS 2, squad)
Yeah, hittin' your bitch whole time you been sleep
Walked in LV, ten chains, feelin' like a nigga just walked in ten deep (Yeah, JACKBOYS 2)
Yeah, man, I swear these old niggas kill me (Baow, baow)
Know my YNs feel me (Baow, baow, baow)
They just want the real me, yeah
Blue Bugatti, I'm dodgin' TMZ (Baow, baow)
Made a hundred off pushin' T's (Baow, baow, baow)
Now my phone on DND, yeah
I just made her pay the fee
I just made her stay for keeps
Ridin' shit, it never leaks
You know how many T's I— psh
This shit get intergalactic
Then like the ski lifts, take these bitches to Aspen
Know you a freak, girl, you can stop all the actin' (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
She don't really do the vacay and the champagne (Flex)
She wanna go hard in the damn paint (You know, Flocka)
Let me see you go hard for me, babe
Can you go hard? (Squad)
Paul and them, Paul and Juicy and them was the last niggas to fly
'Cause they was not goin' nowhere without it
And when the goddamn Excursion came, that was, nigga, that was it for them
They damn sure wasn't flyin', 'cause now they can bring as many niggas as they want
They got enough room for clothes, DJ turntables, sticks
Weed, liquor, all that shit
All in one mother****in' truck, nigga