300FLOCKA SHOT

[Intro: Akon & Yus Gz]
Hey ladies, drop it down (Grrah, like), just wanna see you touch the ground (Baow, baow)
Don't be shy, girl , go bananza (Grrah, like), shake your body like a belly dancer (Every opp shot)
(Hey Josh, you crazy)
Hey ladies drop it down (Everything dead), just wanna see you touch the ground (Grrah-grrah, 300-K)
Don't be shy, girl go bananza, shake your body like a belly dancer (Grrah, grrah, baow-baow)

[Chorus: Yus Gz & Akon]
Like, na-na-nah, okay, they can link wit' the Flockas
African boy, tryna catch me a Rasta
Sheemy got ripped, ain't do shit, he a hopper (He a what?)
Blockwork, that boy be on dick, he a copper (Baow-baow)
Pop out at dark, I see 300, flock 'em
Berry got hit and he (touch the ground), shh
Like free Squeeze, Mr. Hop-Out-And-Pop
Ain't no hangin' out windows (Baow-baow), we gon' hop out and flock 'em (Like, what?)

[Verse 1: Yus Gz & Akon]
Like, on a revel, or a Lyft (Or a what?)
Brodie gon' flick on the beam wit' the switch
Like, fuck Crips, no, they never on shit (Like, what?)
Charlie did bad, he went out on the strip (On the strip)
Th-Th-They don't do shit, they did bad on a hit (On a what?)
5th to the Sev, all that shit to my dick (Shit to my dick)
Like, JB should've ran like Rick (Like, what?)
Chase you a bitch, you just runnin' your lips (Runnin' ya—)
Big 4.3 kick, watch how he spliff
Spin through the Six, I'm like, "There go the Rips"
Ch-Charlie, Zay, Nazzy, Chris
Can't forget about shh, he got beat wit' a stick (Beat wit' a stick)
Free Thunder Bklu, how the fuck did you trip?
Bob-Bobby a bitch and he— (touch the ground), ground
Like, if I was you, bitch, I would've been sick (Like)
Get too close, that's on bro, I'ma click
Ooter go kuu, I know brodie gon' blitz
Come out the crib and he (touch the ground)
Like, wit' the deuce, get to throwin' like Wick (Like)
Br-Bro caught a opp, got 'em duckin' like Rip (Grrah-grrah)
Like, don't run, don't trip (Don't trip, don't trip)
Bi-Bi-Big 25th, got a kick (Got a kick)
Like, spot a Flocka, I bet he dismissed (Like, what?)
Watchin' the drip, better get off my dick (Baow-baow)
Spin through the Mitch, like, throw 6 (Throw what?)
15 in the clip, throw 8 in that bitch
Like, try to what? I'm the one on the list (Grrah-grrah)
New chop got a kick, throw 3 at the whip
Scottie2Hottie gon' slide wit' the stick
Like, she keep fitzin', knocker got a kick
Spin through the Mitch, I'm like, "There go that bitch" (Like, what?)
If she see Winter, knock her out the kicks (Knock her out)
Boo-Boom on a bitch, anybody get hit (Like, what?)
If he 280 Crip then he (touch the ground) (280 dead)
I don't got opps, all these niggas dismissed (Like, what?)
Dougie got shot, like, I know he was sick (Know he was sick)

[Verse 2: Nesty Floxks, Akon & Sha Gz]
Kid Dixe in the air (He dead), so stop it (Fuckin' dead)
To the opps who drop it, not it (Do not drop it)
Me and Melly G tryna see who's about it (Grrah)
He was talkin' on Rah, so I shot it (Like, E4Rah)
Like, bro it's the Makks, so I copped me a rocket (E4Rah)
Can't stop for no cops, I ain't droppin' it (Suck my dick)
On the Sev, yeah, I'm flockin' it (I'm flockin' it)
Shorty ain't droppin' no pole, she moppin' it (Grrah, grrah)
Fuck wit' my Ts, but 300-K, we ain't squashin' it (Like, what?)
Two deep, me and Sha, we poppin' shit (Ah)
Bro came home and free Wunna, he takin' it (Like, ah)
Bad lil' bitch, light-skin, and she shakin' it (Suck my dick)
He got shot in his leg, tryna fake it
Oh well (Grrah), free Jay Spot (Baow)
If he catch him a opp in the South, see his Brady shit (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Fuck Lil' Naz, got hit in his brains and shit (Grrah-grrah, boom)
He dead, smoke Berry (Berry)
They fled, in a hurry
Bitch, I'm a demon (Hurry), shootin' like I'm Curry
Goin' a hundred miles, feelin' sturdy (Grrah-grrah)
Big Die-Rey, I ain't showin' no mercy (I ain't showin' a thing)
Diddy got flocked (touch the ground)
Pop me a Yellow, that's perky (Grrah)
Pour me a 8 of the Wock, that's dirty (Grrah-grrah, boom)

[Verse 3: Sha Gz]
Oh, he tryna talk on my block? (Pussy, suck my dick)
Ask what we do when we bend on the Flocks (DOA-K)
If he trip, he get shot
E-EBK, EBS, bitch we on hots (We on hots)
If it's lit, we got knocks (Grrah-grrah)
You know when he dead when his whole body drop
We take trips, to the opps
Fu-Fuck EK, we still smokin' his pops
Oh, he tryna act tough, like he won't get packed up? (Grrah-grrah)
Wit' the Whoopty, he screamin' out, "Hats up"
Rippy got killed he was lookin' for back up, like (Rippy)
Fu-Fuck a party, that shit gettin' clapped up
Fuckin' lil' Tiny, tell her, "Throw her ass up" (Done wit' the thot)
Ain't no recognition when I'm masked up
Bitch, I'm wit' Nesty, throwin' like the Packers

[Chorus: Yus Gz & Akon]
Na-Na-Na-Nah, okay, they can link wit' the Flockas (Link wit' the—)
African boy, tryna catch me a Rasta (Tryna catch me a Rasta)
Sheemy got ripped, ain't do shit, he a hopper (He a what?)
Blockwork, that boy be on dick, he a copper
Pop out at dark, I see 300, flock 'em (300-K)
Berry got hit and he (touch the ground)
Like, free Squeeze, Mr. Hop-Out-And-Pop
Ain't no hangin' out windows, we gon' hop out and flock 'em

[Outro: Akon]
Hey ladies drop it down, just wanna see you touch the ground
Don't be shy, girl go bananza, shake your body like a belly dancer