I’m From Grove Street lyrics

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Squad, Squad
Flocka Rant, f*ck these b*tches good, n*gga
Let's go

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Black Brick Squad gears, I feel like Revered Run
I'm from Riverdail, tought to squeez, n*gga, don't run
Where I'm from, we sell bricks, n*gga
Where I'm from, we sell dimes, n*gga
My partner got the pounds, my partner got the bricks
My lil buddy got pills, these lil hoes on my di*k
I'm the sh*t, n*gga, I'm the sh*t, n*gga
I don't need no f*ckin stylest, fresh by myself
Brick Squad Monopoly, we don't need no f*ckin help
Waka Flocka Flame, sell rhymes by the pound
I'm on too many pills, that's why this young n*gga got a froun
My young n*gga on that brown, my young n*gga on that white
505 Levis, and some Dope Man tights
Tryna get f*cked up all night, I wish my bed was in the club, so I could fall asleep in VIP
Tell my n*ggas we rollin up the tree
Streets, that's my left wrist, also I done been broke
You smokin blunts, I don't wanna hit that
Bounce that ass, girl, bend your back
We cheatin on a b*tch, if I throw another stack
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I'm from Grove Street, where my n*ggas ride a stolen V, ain't low key
We got pills, hard salt, n*gga, OZs
Overhere, we all OGs
Fighten case after case, f*ck the police
All for one, one for all, f*ck who want beef
NBA statis now, b*tch, I'm ballen
b*tch, I'm ballen

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
I'm the sh*t, you can call me colen
That hoe chosen, since you passed the trogen
I'm so focused, she got the nerve to act boujee, but she pulled up in a Focus
It changed too little, I told him keep cookin
My b*tch badder than his, that's why he lookin
It's goin take some more money to live this lifestyle
I'm from Grove Street, got goonies on spead dial
b*tch, I'm ballen, b*tch, I'm ballen
Number 35, be smokin all my weed, no fallen
No hoe sh*t, Brick Squad Monopoly, f*ckin with Bloods and Crips
Roochi Ds, Vice Lords, n*gga, I'm from Grove

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I'm from Grove Street, where my n*ggas ride a stolen V, ain't low key
We got pills, hard salt, n*gga, OZs
Overhere, we all OGs
Fighten case after case, f*ck the police
All for one, one for all, f*ck who want beef
NBA statis now, b*tch, I'm ballen
b*tch, I'm ballen
[Verse 3: Wooh Da Kid]
Blunt after blunt, yop after yop
All stitched up, so I never f*ck with cops
All my money changed, all my n*ggas still the same
Headline on the front page if you want some fame
Shout out to Dukin Twin, and Coach K
Ain't need the point, coachin with the K
It's the kid king Wooh, in your speakers loud
My lil boys gotta eat, so Imma make 'm proud
Leave you MIA, I got stupid heat
AKs, they goin spray, bodys in the street
Wooh Da Kid and Waka Flocka, that's a bad move
Two 7s or the Glock, I'll let your ass choose

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I'm from Grove Street, where my n*ggas ride a stolen V, ain't low key
We got pills, hard salt, n*gga, OZs
Overhere, we all OGs
Fighten case after case, f*ck the police
All for one, one for all, f*ck who want beef
NBA statis now, b*tch, I'm ballen
b*tch, I'm ballen