"Flockin'" lyrics
Sdot Go, Jay5ive, Sk Sweep & SweepersENT Lyrics
Grrah, grrah
Throw it back I think we caught a new one
I won't entertain you gon' shoot some
Like—
Grrah, grrah, like—
Like, I'm bout' to do some
Bet I flock at your bro with my—
Throw it back I think we caught a new one
I won't entertain you gon' shoot some, like
I'm bout' to do some
Bet I flock at your bro from my two gun
Push up, I'ma boom him
Bro go kuu, then I gotta go kuu-er
He right there, can't get close to my ooter'
He tried to run he ain't faster than Dula (Grrah, grrah, boom)
If that boy with his bitch better move her (Word to bro)
Like, get out the way fore' I boom her (Grrah, grrah)
Roll up Nazzy, make sure it's the ooter' (Skee)
Big flockin' shit, think I could be a tutor (Grrah, grrah, boom)
I ain't loafin' got my ruler
Like, bet you I flock with the scooter
I'm not use to the V's, I'ma trooper
Two deep, me and bro we was cruisin' (Grrah, grrah)
Come to my block, tryna' think this shit sweet
I was on that block, I was lookin' for a Ski
I got too much opps to care about police
So they get to throwing now if they with the D's
And Double R, bet I throw out this V
My Double Rz tryna' hop out that jeep
Fuck is you bluffin' for, don't make a scene
Bro think I'm crazy, love when niggas bleed
Don't trust my bitch, cause' that shit be a setup
Boy try to run, I throw twenty or better
Nazzy keep flickin' bro got a vendetta
I keep on throwin' I won't let em' get up
Bro caught a hit, number one that was Neaks
And number two, that was Dre and the E
O Milly shot, he got hit number three
Four, Perkins he thought we ain't creep
Don't bring up 5ive, cause' the fifth one was me
Six, Boogz face shot no ID
Deos got shot, man on bro niggas screamed
He number seven, he tried to play sleep
Dead, we want him gone like JB
Eight, he ain't let off more than three
Fingers twitched almost clicked on the bros
Like brodie, I told me don't blow
I'm like "lil bro" up it and throw
Get in his mind right, now he on go
Face shot, put the beam on his nose
SK Academy, Training To Go
Brodie keep totin' consecutive poles
Bullets is ripping consecutive hoes
Soon as I up, that nigga froze
He was stuck, he had nowhere to go
Pushin' forward, I'm tryna' get close
Wasca, Ratty, I'm bout to toast
Like I couldn't chase him, I know he was faster
Damn, poke, Notti met Casper
10 shots [?] right after
Hit up my nigga, got hit by a raptor
Flip the V, bet his windows gon' shatter
Post up, we don't play for the Lackers
He keep running, I'm tryna' catch him
Like, bro said we flockin' together
I get with him, I ain't doin' extra
I'ma flock it, I ain't under pressure
Get to flockin' hit him from his neck up
He tried to bluff, he put him on a stretcher
I keep throwin' I'm not tryna' wrestle
Dougie got shot, he should've kept his leg up
When I get to flickin' hit him with his bitch
Put the beam on his back, he runnin' on his miss
Trooped it on feet, cause' I ain't have a whip
Threw about three, while bending through the Nick
If he droppin the Trend, I'ma flick
That's on bro I go kuu with the stick
Hop out gang, we don't shoot from the—
I'm with Trendy with multiple hits
Tried to push up, I already blitzed
Last nigga [?] had the beam on his lip
Like we make it active, like
Handin em' out, brodie giving out caskets
And I'm open, I'm going for the basket
He jackin' [?] Jet, like crash it
We be flockin' shit, we ain't just rapping
I'm tryna' flick it on bro I ain't passing
Like, I'm tryna' flick it, on bro I ain't passing
We be flockin' shit, we ain't just rapping
Graah, graah
Graah, graah, boom, nigga
Free G, nigga
Throw it back I think we caught a new one
I won't entertain you gon' shoot some
Like—
Grrah, grrah, like—
Like, I'm bout' to do some
Bet I flock at your bro with my—
Throw it back I think we caught a new one
I won't entertain you gon' shoot some, like
I'm bout' to do some
Bet I flock at your bro from my two gun
Push up, I'ma boom him
Bro go kuu, then I gotta go kuu-er
He right there, can't get close to my ooter'
He tried to run he ain't faster than Dula (Grrah, grrah, boom)
If that boy with his bitch better move her (Word to bro)
Like, get out the way fore' I boom her (Grrah, grrah)
Roll up Nazzy, make sure it's the ooter' (Skee)
Big flockin' shit, think I could be a tutor (Grrah, grrah, boom)
I ain't loafin' got my ruler
Like, bet you I flock with the scooter
I'm not use to the V's, I'ma trooper
Two deep, me and bro we was cruisin' (Grrah, grrah)
Come to my block, tryna' think this shit sweet
I was on that block, I was lookin' for a Ski
I got too much opps to care about police
So they get to throwing now if they with the D's
And Double R, bet I throw out this V
My Double Rz tryna' hop out that jeep
Fuck is you bluffin' for, don't make a scene
Bro think I'm crazy, love when niggas bleed
Don't trust my bitch, cause' that shit be a setup
Boy try to run, I throw twenty or better
Nazzy keep flickin' bro got a vendetta
I keep on throwin' I won't let em' get up
Bro caught a hit, number one that was Neaks
And number two, that was Dre and the E
O Milly shot, he got hit number three
Four, Perkins he thought we ain't creep
Don't bring up 5ive, cause' the fifth one was me
Six, Boogz face shot no ID
Deos got shot, man on bro niggas screamed
He number seven, he tried to play sleep
Dead, we want him gone like JB
Eight, he ain't let off more than three
Fingers twitched almost clicked on the bros
Like brodie, I told me don't blow
I'm like "lil bro" up it and throw
Get in his mind right, now he on go
Face shot, put the beam on his nose
SK Academy, Training To Go
Brodie keep totin' consecutive poles
Bullets is ripping consecutive hoes
Soon as I up, that nigga froze
He was stuck, he had nowhere to go
Pushin' forward, I'm tryna' get close
Wasca, Ratty, I'm bout to toast
Like I couldn't chase him, I know he was faster
Damn, poke, Notti met Casper
10 shots [?] right after
Hit up my nigga, got hit by a raptor
Flip the V, bet his windows gon' shatter
Post up, we don't play for the Lackers
He keep running, I'm tryna' catch him
Like, bro said we flockin' together
I get with him, I ain't doin' extra
I'ma flock it, I ain't under pressure
Get to flockin' hit him from his neck up
He tried to bluff, he put him on a stretcher
I keep throwin' I'm not tryna' wrestle
Dougie got shot, he should've kept his leg up
When I get to flickin' hit him with his bitch
Put the beam on his back, he runnin' on his miss
Trooped it on feet, cause' I ain't have a whip
Threw about three, while bending through the Nick
If he droppin the Trend, I'ma flick
That's on bro I go kuu with the stick
Hop out gang, we don't shoot from the—
I'm with Trendy with multiple hits
Tried to push up, I already blitzed
Last nigga [?] had the beam on his lip
Like we make it active, like
Handin em' out, brodie giving out caskets
And I'm open, I'm going for the basket
He jackin' [?] Jet, like crash it
We be flockin' shit, we ain't just rapping
I'm tryna' flick it on bro I ain't passing
Like, I'm tryna' flick it, on bro I ain't passing
We be flockin' shit, we ain't just rapping
Graah, graah
Graah, graah, boom, nigga
Free G, nigga
