Long Live the King

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
On an Adderall and bean, ayy
Nigga, fuck a crown, bitch, they know that I'm a king
Call it soul food the way we sellin' chicken wings
Fourteen hundred for a pound of collared greens
Know this shit wrong but the money callin' me
Ain't no broke bitch or broke nigga standin' next to me
Nigga run off with some work, shit, I ain't losin' sleep
Have my youngins hit your house and snatch your kids while they sleep, gang
Call me Big Flame, Red Flag Flame
I ain't worryin' 'bout no nigga tryna reach for my chain
Niggas know Loudiene gon' kill 'em, I'ma send the whole gang
I'm where you can't hang, hang with some killers, bang (Reload)

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
On an Adderall and bean, ayy
Nigga, fuck a crown, bitch, they know that I'm a king (Hoodrich, bitch)
Call it soul food the way we sellin' chicken wings
Fourteen hundred for a pound of collared greens
Know this shit wrong but the money callin' me
Ain't no broke bitch or broke nigga standin' next to me
Nigga run off with some work, shit, I ain't losin' sleep
Have my youngins hit your house and snatch your kids while they sleep, gang

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Call me Big Flame, Red Flag Flame
I ain't worryin' 'bout no nigga tryna reach for my chain
Niggas know Loudiene gon' kill 'em, I'ma send the whole gang
I'm where you can't hang, hang with some killers, bang
And niggas know we flame and the same fucking thing
One time for them niggas down the road in the chain gang
On the frontline putting work in for Waka Flocka Flame
I was born in this game, they better check my family name
Every time I fell I had myself to blame
Gas bag shawty sellin' cocaine
Rap for the money, I ain't want the fame
But I can't complain, man, these niggas lame, Flame

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
On an Adderall and bean, ayy
Nigga, fuck a crown, bitch, they know that I'm a king (Hoodrich)
Call it soul food the way we sellin' chicken wings
Fourteen hundred for a pound of collared greens
Know this shit wrong but the money callin' me
Ain't no broke bitch or broke nigga standin' next to me
Nigga run off with some work, shit, I ain't losin' sleep
Have my youngins hit your house and snatch your kids while they sleep, gang

[Verse 2: Loudiene]
Take an L for what? Take his ass to a bus
Smoke him like some Runtz, like November, he a hunt
Roast him up, be King Tut, you heard them shots, yeah, that's them
Waka said get him, I can fuck him up
Waka said get him, yeah, that's your luck
It's a murder, it's a must
I like blood, I like guts
I love funds, I clutch guns
All these crazy pills got me sane
Is you rollin'? Yeah, you knowin' my life Gucci Mane
I'm in it for the money, fuck a name
Turn your hood to a shooting range
Big Daddy how I move the 'caine
Met the kilos just to kill again
Bloody hundreds, spent it on a chain
Glock-30, do 'em dirty, killed 'em clean
I'm just sippin' on this dirty lean
Bought my bitch a bag, a new Celene
Hot and ready like Krispy Kreme, shit

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
On an Adderall and bean, ayy
Nigga, fuck a crown, bitch, they know that I'm a king
Call it soul food the way we sellin' chicken wings
Fourteen hundred for a pound of collared greens
Know this shit wrong but the money callin' me
Ain't no broke bitch or broke nigga standin' next to me
Nigga run off with some work, shit, I ain't losin' sleep
Have my youngins hit your house and snatch your kids while they sleep, gang

[Outro: Waka Flocka Flame]
DJ Big Tiny
DJ Tiny, man, we in this motherfucker, man
Squad, baow, baow, baow