1017 Brick Squad (The Movement)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

My house so big kids playing Where's Waldo?

Me and yo bitch playing hide and go dick

Imma let her ride dick, she my ride or die bitch

If her nigga catch her cheatin', he gon dot her eye quick

See my car so fast, hit the gas, then I'm outta here

M6 Beamer like a jet without landing gear

My closet like a Gucci store, crazy, its stupid

Can't buy my own shit, keep on buyin' new shit

I'm dumb, I'm so stupid, someone please get me a tutor

Your daughter is a snorter, so I give the cocaine to her

I'm a monster, eatin' steak and pasta, cause I'm a G

She a model, she like to swallow, cause she a freak

[Verse 2: Frenchie]

They say Frenchie flexin', yes, I'm goin' hard inside the paint

Gon' be brain when I fire, Brick Squad got the pain

Come against us, why bother, nigga?

Steady came up, come harder, nigga

You a [?] you shine like one, nah, I'm your father, nigga

[?] on deck (1017 got long bread)

Double chain, double bird, with a double like butter on cornbread

I like my bitches grown, if I get her home, make her give er dome

Have her blowin' dick like a saxophone

[?] take off, My shirt I take off

I'm on my grind, like Tony Hawk on a skateboard

Pussy never paid for, pussy pay me

Why you got them dice for? Pussy nigga pay me

Frenchie!

[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]

I'm so fuckin' iced up when I give 'em hell

Quarter brick, 20 bails, thats all a nigga need

Green chicken chain, call it 1017

Mix the soda with the cola, I can buy my drinks

I can fit 80,000 in these 7 jeans

I'm the shootest thing in shooter, put these arms straight through ya

Flocka always workin', chains swanging, diamond surfin'

Mama callin', but I'm workin', caught y'all brick lurkin'

Mic check 1-2, beat a nigga black blue

Flow poison, rat food, strip his ass down to nude

For 1 reason (please dude)

Flocka Flocka Flocka Flocka

Eat a nigga like [?], light his ass up with the K

Waka Flocka!

[Verse 4: Wooh da Kid]

Wooh Da Kid my name, I'm that guy

Supersized strap, for all you small fries

First class shit, you niggas stand by

You can't see like a nigga wit a glass eye

I put on for my niggas on lockdown

Until Young Joey make it out, here's a mack round

Hey, hey, You don't want no pistol play

So Icey Jack Boys, everydays a holiday

Hood bitch talkin' shit bout a nigga stash

My stomach touchin' my pack, I just can't let it pass

You better watch what you're saying to a freak bitch

Surfin' all around ya house, I think I'm sea sick