Lyrics What You Reppin - Waka Flocka Flame

What You Reppin

Brick Squad\nThirty bricks and forty mill, they gon' keep my pocket swell\nBalling, shining, grinding, keeping it real, can’t you fucking tell?\nGreen diamond chain, didn’t impress her, this some Doublemint\nTwo hoes, double it, every time they sucking it\non the car, sucker nigga went to fucking jail\nWide left Damu, big ring, Piru, you know your girl gon' swallow\nMy balls, she gon' gargle, I thought she was a model\nShe a Flocka groupie, she just wanna give me some coochie\n'Cause I hang with Wooh, Frenchie, and my homeboy Gucci\nFlocka\nMic check, one, two, Brick Squad strapped\nThree and to the four, you better watch your back\nThrow the B’s and the P’s and the F’s for the five\nAnd the six for some Crips and G.D.'s\nSo what you repping, nigga?\nSo Icey my family, Waka on the right of me\nFrenchie on the left of me, Wooh gon' bust your ass on in\nRed rag in my pocket, same color, KayO the dreads\nAsk homie what goes, we gon' get straight to the bread\nTrap nigga this, trap nigga that\nGucci Mane La Flare, where my trap niggas at?\nGucci Mane, I’m tatted up, come find me\nThree million dollars, cash money\nSo Icey, we balling, nigga\nWife beater on, so I’m showing out my artwork\nGlock 40 shell shot, I’ll try to make your heart jerk\nMic check, one, two, Brick Squad strapped\nThree and to the four, you better watch your back\nThrow the B’s and the P’s and the F’s for the five\nAnd the six for some Crips and G.D.'s\nSo what you repping, nigga?\nWent out for the drama, let me know when it’s crunch time\nSay I ain’t shit, but idolizing my punchlines\nAround here, they call us So Icey Boys\nI got a Carbon 15, that’ll kill all the noise\nAnd I dare a nigga to run\nWhy? I got a M4 on that shit, nigga, you’re done\nTen-seventeen, jack boys getting guap\nPut your finger in my pot, head getting shot\nAll black MAC, fully loaded, red rubber grip\nColorblind the haters, so I never set trip\nMic check, one, two, Brick Squad strapped\nThree and to the four, you better watch your back\nThrow the B’s and the P’s and the F’s for the five\nAnd the six for some Crips and G.D.'s\nSo what you repping, nigga?\nWhat you repping, nigga? I’m repping seventeen\n1017, my Brick Squad mean\nMy jewels shine, fuck nigga, better look out\nThese hoes all on me like flies at a cookout\nMy knuckle bruised, so I know the nigga’s face hurt\nYou run up, bucking that.45, gonna put him in the dirt\nI got the chopper, too, shawty better ask Flock\nMight catch Gucc on Greg Street at six o’clock\nAll Wooh gotta do is say (yes)\nDuct tape with the pump in his fucking chest\nMic check, one, two, Brick Squad strapped…\nIf that’s your bitch, then why the fuck she still jocking Slim?\nThrow the B’s and the P’s and the F’s for the five\nAnd the six for some Crips and G.D.'s\nSo what you repping, nigga?\n1017 soldier, why change up my swagger type?\nI don’t eat bitches, nah, that’s not my appetite\nDon’t make me transform, bullets make him dance for him\nWith his head, bloody like a t&on\nSo Icey Boys wild as fuck, got your bitch sucking nuts\nSpitting all over the place, her name should be Daffy Duck\nDouble pump shawty make her body do a double front\nHaters getting mortgage you can’t afford, but that’s what you want\nOn my shit, fuck a dumb bitch, they say I’m the shit\nI’m a young boy and I could teach an old dog tricks