Special delivery … Squad! Salute! If you real then I salute you As I walk through the valleys of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil Squad! Flocka! Chillin’ in France, smokin’ AK-47 Run up on my whip, then it’s AK-47 9-2 Westside, 7-8 the best side The West up, a vest up Shootin’ from the neck up Yeah Bye-bye Two french vanilla blunts and two french freaks Big „H“ belt, Hermes’s ain’t cheap Industry nigga, bitch nigga, I’m from the streets Raised from the gutta Raised whilst clyin’ crack Smokin’ weed and poppin’ pills Rob anything, bitch nigga I gotta eat Switch the subject Ridin’ far – foreign Glock, foreign bitch Gettin’ foreign top on my foreign shit. Flocka! Yeeeaah Nigga this the life Flew nine hours just to drink pure Cognac Yeeeaah I’m partyin’, poppin’ Mollys and Drinkin’ like a rockstar Local-ass rappers – I’m a world star Flex! V.I.P. club, that’s a World Bar Squad! That’s the kinda music here you dance to Squad! Animal sounds party, bring your friends thru’ Squad! Countin’ grams to Squad! Pop bottles to Squad! North side, South side, east side, come thru Squaaaaad! 2,000 in the Louis store, boy I’m splurgin’ Down South France, showin’ my ass in public I ain’t never pulled down my pants Waka Flocka! Damn Waka Flocka Flame College girls on me, chillin’ on the yacht Drinkin’ Champagne Bumpin’ Lil’ Wayne Throwin’ 500-Dollar-bills – Purple Rain Flex! Uhuhuhuu Laughin’ at these haters, mane God damn, these women make me wanna move to Paris I go hard – like Cialis Rappers do what I say (…) Paris Any price I can match it Flocka! Boom-boom, big stomache, Porcupine Drinkin’ red wine, flatline Anyone of yours talkin’ ’bout takin’ anyone of mine? Grind 365, shawty I’mma shine That’s the kinda music here you dance to Squad! Animal sounds party, bring your friends thru’ Squad! Countin’ grams to Squad! Pop bottles to Squad! North side, South side, East side, come thru Squaaaaad! That’s the kinda music here you dance to Squad! Animal sounds party, bring your friends thru’ Squad! Countin’ grams to Squad! Pop bottles to Squad! North side, South side, East side, come thru Squaaaaad! Flocka, Flocka, Waka Flocka, Waka Flocka Ay man I’m like the Dre head Boom-Bap, man: skrilled up, man. Clear the lane man. You blockin’ the lane, man. I go hard in the paint, man. Shouts out to the whole France, man: East side, West side, North side, South side. (…) Squaaaaad! Animal sounds, nigga. Squaaaad! Flocka!