Kodak Black - No Flockin' [Lyrics]

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» No Flockin' Lyrics: [Intro] Damn, that's so sad KKK, KKK

[Verse] Young nigga, I got old cash, spazzin' on they ass I got Prada on my ho 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 yo' clothes at? I ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, dammit, but y'all trippin', too Is it you? Damn, my nigga, what the hell got into you? Project Baby, y'all was skippin' in the hallway, I was skippin' school On my Ps and Qs, on them jiggas, call me jiggaboo Bleedin' 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 tryna 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 gettin' 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 lied to you, but don't you lie to me It's Lil 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 fallin' off your feet I will trick yo ass for a treat, call it Halloween Yeah, that money's what I play fo', call it lottery Goddamn, you's a clown to me, you's a clown to me You can't smoke no Black & Milds 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 gettin' skinny, I'm gettin' chunky, gettin' money Want some food? Boy, you hungry, I want them hundreds Hundreds