[Intro]
Flockmix
I tell these n***as take notes, man
I Can't Rap Volume 2
n***a like, “f** graduating,“ n***a sellin' coke
That's a f**ed up logic, man
And these hoes, right, f**in' for new bags
Stealin' swag
[Verse 1]
You lame rappers, views from a real Piru
Married to the game, “I do”
I'm ridin' through in that chicken coop
'Dem birds in it when I'm slidin' through
Can't finesse a brick like I do
You lil n***as can't walk a mile in my footsteps
p**y, we don't wear the same size shoe
Punch him in his face, feed him chicken soup
Surgeries in that institute
Record his a** while I whoop his a**
And put it on my album as the interlude
My circle tighter than an inner tube
Always talkin', what you finna do?
I think you lames hit your pinnacle
Rapper on too many chemicals
Where the f** is y'all principles?
This Brick Squad, I'm the general
Middle finger grab my genitals
Why the f** my niece in the news?
Always talkin', “What Flocka doin'?”
Always talkin', “What Waka doin'?”
Countin' money, b**h I'm thumbing through it
You got a problem, b**h I'm comin' to it
Pullin' up with a couple shooters
I could give a f** about this f**in' music
I'll f** you up and there's nothin' to it
Whole squad ridin' like a f**in' Buick
I know I'm winning but I f**in' lose it
And beat the case cause my lawyer Jewish
Grimy n***a came from the sewage
Put them hands on you like Lenny Lewis
Really whip these sh**s if you diss me, b**h
Then it's a wrap like Christmas gifts
It's arithmetic, I'ma hit the lick
We gon snatch the bag, then split the chips
Out in Colorado, go and f** with Spence
VBS is on me, never tuck it in
The haters out, but the love is in
Makin' major flips like above the rim (Flex!)
f**in' up the dough cause I can't cook
So I made a million on Facebook
So underrated, feel like Westbrook
I'm runnin' plays, it's textbook
Coupla rappers solid but the rest shook
They say I can't rap, so I came back
With dumb punchlines, gave 'em left hooks
Back from the dead, I'm Jon Snow
Toe tag him, he a John Doe
I feel like young Scooter, no convo
Watch out for snakes, keep the lawn mowed
Why these n***as thinkin' that they Pablo?
Cause they watched an episode of Narcos
This is real life, shotta, f** flows
And you lyrical n***as
Caught a case now you spiritual, n***as?
The feds put some fear in you, n***a?
What they put years on you, n***a?
Yo I see a tear droppin, n***a?
Told Chance to teardrop that n***a
I take the chair, my n***a
Loyalty real, my n***a
Yo (Waka!)
[Outro]
f** wrong with these n***as, man?
Just turned 30, man
So how old you think your favorite rapper is, man?
I was listenin' to n***as in middle school
Move over, grandaddy
Squad, Flockaveli 2
Gang gang (Crew!)