Waka Flocka Flame
Keep It Real
[Hook]
Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts till I die
Boy, the trap on fire, puff the J, gon' get high
In the trap with the Hit Squad killers
Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n***as
Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts till I die
Boy, the trap on fire, puff the J, gon' get high
In the trap with the Hit Squad killers
Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n***as

[Verse 1]
Waka Flocka and Rick Ross, boy, we so trill
DJ Khaled, motherfucker, I'm so hood
Me and Ace Hood trapping, selling good
Robbery thoughts, man, I wish a n***a would
Me and Trick Daddy riding, swerving in a donk
Blowing loud, kush stinking like a fucking skunk
Me and Papa Duck parking lot flexing
Rolling off them beans, boy, we high like George Jetson
Need a bad bitch, so I paged Trina
A hoe with ass like Jacki-O, tell me, have you seen her?
I got money, I got cash
Fuck with Plies, n***a, that's your ass
Brick Squad clique, we about that cash
Fuck with Gucci Mane, that's your ass