No Flockin' Songtext

von Kodak Black

Damn, that's so sad
K-K-K, K-K-K

Young nigga, I got old cash
Spazzin' on they ass
I got Prada on my hoe ass
Got my last one mad
Pop a nigga like a damn tag
Shoppin' on they ass
I just bought a new old Jag
Yeah, it's so fast
Smokin' flocka, you a jackass
All I smoke is gas

Don't you ask me where the pole at
Where your clothes at?
I ain't talking 'bout my niggas
Dammit, but y'all tripping, too
Is it you? Damn, my nigga
What the hell got into you?
Project Baby, y'all was skipping in the hallway
I was skipping school

On my Ps and Qs
On them jiggas, call me jiggaboo
Bleeding concrete, bet you
Niggas won't come 'cross the street
Pardon me, I don't talk to you
So don't you talk to me
I ain't dissin' on nobody B
I'm vibin' on the beat

Honestly, I'm just trying to be
I just gotta be
Tryin' to get over on anything
They tellin' lies to me
I spent five on my pinky ring
She love my diamond ring
Anyway, I'm married to the game
She said her vows to me

I ain't getting on my knees
Bae, you bow down to me
You go down for me
You lay down and do the time for me
Sorry, boo, yeah, I lie to you
But don't you lie to me
It's little Kodak, the finesse kid
Boy who hot as me?

Told the doctor I'm a healthy kid
I smoke broccoli
I will run around your
Whole board like Monopoly
Ol' boy, you's a broke boy
Flocka's got you beat
Chocolate, call me Reese's
Can't catch me without the piece

C'est la vie, I'm ten toes down
You falling off your feet
I will trick your ass for a treat
Call it Halloween
Yeah, that money's
What I play for, call it lottery
Goddamn, you's a clown to me
You's a clown to me
You can't smoke no Black & Mild with me
Get in the car with me

You a funny guy
Don't you even joke around with me
How could it be? Get from 'round a G
You grounded from me
I'm a freeband junkie, you a junkie
You getting skinny, I'm getting chunky, getting money
Want some food? Boy, you hungry
I want them hundreds, hundreds