Flock

[Produced by: 2KGhost]

[Verse 1]
Lay a chick in the coupe, she love the W4NG
Talk the slang , always wanna come through
I fall back eatin' Cheerios, hollering out what it do
Flat screen on flat screens, match blunts we tag team
She wanna fuck, I'm askin', in Aspen it's not as cold us
Get ran over by the tour bus, eatin' steak with lean in a Cold Crush
Ice all in my wrist my chain, bad bitches wanna give me brain
My thoughts so crazy, sometimes I get paranoid, I just can't get lazy

[Interlude]
Niggas will run up on you. know what I'm sayin'
Always gotta stay on my shit, know what I'm sayin'
Got too much to lose, niggas done worked too hard bruh

[Verse 2]
Hit once don't need it twice, more purp, more Sprite
More girls, for the night, 'til the mornin, I'm like, so slonky
I might, try to do everything all right, fuck, I'm fucked up
All I need is a back massage, good head,she poppin' off
From the mouth, like she got it all, broke bitches get hella dawged
All my cats hang with the boy, loud packs from St. Croix
Passport gettin' hella stamps, got two chicks at the airport
Uh, I swear this shit be real life , she poppin' pills , I just wanna cut tonight
She sniffing, sippin', feelin' lifted off the kryptonite, tell her back it up like Juvenile in '99
Generation full of money hungry druggies, Knockin bitches up comin' down , can't pay for them Huggies
Pull up in that Benz, and they wonder how my ends meet
A thousand for a track, I make money when my mouth speak

[Outro]
I'm just a young nigga comin' up man, feel me
Everyone got their grind, everyone got their haters
If They ain't hatin' you ain't doing something right
I gotta keep a flock of haters