Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Call The Squad, artist - Waka Flocka Flame. Date of issue: 15.08.2011
Song language: English
Call The Squad |
| Where I’m from, everybody got a throwaway |
| They’ll throw your life away |
| One carbon stock, pockets gettin' blocked |
| Spindles on that motherfucker I ain’t runnin' from the cops |
| Southside in this bitch, I’m on my Riverdale shit |
| Shawty ass fat, can she suck a dick? |
| All I need is beans, styrofoam lean |
| Two fuckin' blunts, that’ll help a nigga |
| What’s happenin'? |
| All green outfit, I’m smokin' non-stop, bitch |
| On my Rocko shit, got a check like, its here |
| Cigarette gang, y’all some motherfuckin' squares |
| Bricksquad Monopoly, this our year |
| Stack on stack, we gon' make it clap |
| Hundred dollar bill, put it in her crack |
| Break your back, I’m with Freddie Mack |
| Twenty bands? |
| Throwin' that (Flex) |
| Thirty bands? |
| Throwin' that (Flex) |
| Forty bands? |
| Throwin' that (Flex) |
| Money, I track, I’m runnin' laps on niggas |
| Ain’t no holding back (Bricksquad!) |
| Go hard on 'em! |
| Call the squad on 'em! |
| Go hard on 'em! |
| Call the squad on 'em! |
| I ain’t holdin' back, go hard on em! |
| I ain’t holdin' back, call the squad on 'em! |
| Look at me I’m flossin' |
| Sex, Benz with the car scent |
| Kit sick, A1 nigga stay |
| What can I say, I’m saucy |
| First year in the game, I play varsity |
| Don’t know why they got on my shit |
| Grove Streets where I lost you nigga |
| Vanish in that van, quick, talkin' Austin |
| Long Island super iced tea, my cooler, big cocoa |
| Ten times, my mojo, I’m like Austin |
| Got power like Austin |
| Bout to hop on a jet and head to Austin |
| plug live in Austin |
| And to think the kid from Boston |
| Don’t know why they grim, talkin' Boston |
| Phone call, lookin' for Boston |
| Make my wrists look like they should be coughing |
| Walk in the door, hoes jumpin' up and down |
| They rejoicing, and your main bitch |
| Got a team full of killers and I endorse them |
| Ride with a dumb sack, reinforcement |
| All my cars supercharged, they horsin' |
| Ain’t worried 'bout enforcement |
| Seen my loft, I send her off then |
| That’s my main bitch, thanks to her I’m flossin' |
| Stack on stack, we gon' make it clap |
| Hundred dollar bill, put it in her crack |
| Break your back, I’m with Freddie Mack |
| Twenty bands? |
| Throwin' that (Flex) |
| Thirty bands? |
| Throwin' that (Flex) |
| Forty bands? |
| Throwin' that (Flex) |
| Money, I track, I’m runnin' laps on niggas |
| Ain’t no holding back (Bricksquad!) |
| Go hard on 'em! |
| Call the squad on 'em! |
| Go hard on 'em! |
| Call the squad on 'em! |
| I ain’t holdin' back, go hard on em! |
| I ain’t holdin' back, call the squad on 'em! |