No Flockin' - Kodak Black

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 dissing on nobody B, I'm vibing on the beat

Honestly, I'm just trying to be, I just gotta be

Trying to get over on anything, they telling 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