No Flockin Lyrics – Kodak Black

[Intro]
Damn! that's so sad
KKK, KKK

[Verse]
Young nigga
I got old cash
Spazzing on they ass
I got Prada on my ho ass
Got my last one mad
Pop a nigga like a damn tag
Shopping on they ass
I just bought a new old Jag
Yeah, it's so fast
Smoking 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 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
Bee, I'm vibing on the beat
Honestly, I'm just tryna 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 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 falling 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 getting skinny
I'm getting chunky, getting money
Want some food? Boy, you hungry
I want them hundreds!
Hundreds!