Flock'em

Woah, woah (Yeah)

I'm boutta run it up, fuck it (Woah, woah)

Yeah, aye

I'm boutta run it up, and I get the mofuckin' bag (Woah, woah)

You runnin' out of luck, watch out (Woah, woah)

'Cause you about to mo'fuckin' crash

I'm boutta flock with the birds (Woah, woah)

Arrive in time when I mofuckin' land

Whatever I go, let that shit rip (Woah, woah)

Bangin' that shit til I can't

I just be mofuckin' glidin, I'm boutta flock 'em (Woah, woah)

Haters, they always be slidin', fuck 'em (Woah, woah)

Showing up uninvited, I feel like Matan Even (Woah)

This is my mofuckin' season (Woah)

Don't give a fuck what you dreamin'

Whatever's the case, you reachin' (Woah, woah)

But you don't even fuckin' mean it

Makin some racks, I be creamin' (Woah, woah)

Perky some beans, I'm geekin'

I just be sitting around and pounce til I'm out of my head

I be thinkin' (Woah, woah)

I'm a disappointment for some reason

Reach to the top, whatever I'm reachin'

And I cannot stop, forever my season

And if I stopped, I be a quitter

But shit, ain't no one gon stop, so I'm gon be the winner

Catch up with my hope (Woah, woah)

Bless that shit like a Pope

But damn like I don't know (Woah, woah)

I just go make that shit blow

I'm boutta run it all down (Woah, woah)

I'm boutta take that money

But I might plead the fifth (Woah, woah)

But I got no fucks to give

Kayden on the beat know I'm not gon miss

Talking down crazy, then his block gon spin

Me and Surg looking for some fucks to give

We know you a hater, you ain't got nothing

How he talk down and then he forgive

Stay to yo word, guess you not like this

Y'all **** be fed, don't worry where I been

These **** make me chuckle, just a little slight grin

Music shit light just be making these sounds

See a bad bitch and I tell her turn around

Yes, I'm on top so just give me that crown

These **** out of bounds while I'm in 5th round

My **** got blood, but he not a hound

I'm making this bag it's weighing a pound

**** be corny all I see is a clown

We got him on the ground and now we surround

Flipping this shit like we up in the kitchen

Y'all **** be talking, I see sneak dissin'

Pot and a pan how this shit clickin'

Yes he was talking, now he out of commission

Cook this shit up like we frying and fishing

He say he a gangster, but that hit not pitching

Yes I'm spitting these bars they chefs kissing

He got empty threats they just like hissing, bitch

Yuh, KDS shit, gang

Woah, woah

I'm boutta run it up, fuck it (Woah, woah)

Yeah, aye

I'm boutta run it up, and I get the mofuckin' bag (Woah, woah)

You runnin' out of luck, watch out (Woah, woah)

'Cause you about to mo'fuckin' crash

I'm boutta flock with the birds (Woah, woah)

Arrive in time when I mofuckin' land

Whatever I go, let that shit rip (Woah, woah)

Bangin' that shit til I can't

I just be mofuckin' glidin, I'm boutta flock 'em (Woah, woah)

Haters, they always be slidin', fuck 'em (Woah, woah)

Showing up uninvited, I feel like Matan Even (Woah)

This is my mofuckin' season (Woah)

Don't give a fuck what you dreamin'

Woah, woah

Woah, woah