Lemon Pepper Freestyle

[Intro: Flocko Binflockin, Quadron]
(Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin', To get you under) Oh shit
(my pressure) Flock!
(I’ve been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin',)
Y’all niggas know what this in for
(To get you under) L clutch
Hurts to bring the bars out
(my pressure) It’s gon be a cold summer

[Verse 1: Flocko Binflockin]
And I’m still be giving bitches the cold shoulder
To let ‘em know I won’t tolerate it, I’m getting older
For all the times they thought they got me, it was getting over
I seen it for what it was and started playing closer
Me and Dolla Dealz, I want no advances
Really Top Shiggie, I don’t know no dances
Virgo in his feelings, I don’t fuck with cancers
I just shake the building then I run them bands up
ATL All-Star Weekend, we just cracked the dome
Chrome Hearts, cuz I got heart to clap the chrome
Don’t start, I got ooters, you won’t make it home
Wrong park, I’m in Tilden with my biggest pole
FTL General, hottest nigga in the room
Clean it up, get a broom, been this way since middle school
Treesh on my body, she kick work like she Liverpool
She get-she get naughty, make it twerk in the living room
She gon blow like an Intertool, roll when I’m in the mood
Cold individual, sold to the physical

[Verse 2: Purp Da Dealer]
ERA! Chrome Hearts, LV, ain’t shit you can tell me
Roll around like the Prezzy 12 guns, 12 V’s
Load a bag like a settlement, gas in my element
They want it, we selling it, designer drugs melanin
No paperwork, but they claiming he a rat
The shit they postin on the gram ain’t a fact
Boy them niggas cap
Mobstyle we could get them niggas wacked
Get you pills, get you lean, get you crack
Y’all know what’s the facts
We probably busy running up a pack
We used to play the block like Shaq
He asked me what I jack, I "replied being Makk"

[Verse 3: Kush Binflockin]
Said they spinning, why they lying like that?
If the boys got the city, why they dying like that?
He had his blick when we saw him, ain’t a thing flocked back
Benz, or Beamer I’m a park it, ain’t spinning in no Impala
I’ve been causing all these problems, still waiting to face my karma
Two little sisters, my father just had some daughters
Went to court, it was reported my freedom cost me a quarter
Super Rich Kid, bigger racks than you could’ve though of
Flock To Live Vs. Everybody, and it’s still a slaughter
Free Skrelly and Khay, they know who really do the scoring
All these .223s got ‘em running retarded like Forrest
Shoutout Bri Flock, when I feel alone then I call her
Sister of the struggle, might as well have been a porter
I've seen them statements on your gang might as well have been a blogger
I fathered your whole wave, I might as well have been your father

[Outro: Quadron]
I've been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin', To get you under my pressure
I've been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin', To get you under my pressure