300FLOCKA SHOT

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

Like, nah okay, they can link with the Flockas
African boy tryna catch me a Rasta
Sheemy got ripped, ain't do shit, he a hopper
Like boy, that boy be on dick, he a copper
Pop out at dark, I see 300, flock 'em
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

Like, on a revel or a Lyft
Brodie gon' flick on the beam with a switch
Like, fuck crips, no, they never on shit
Charlie did bad, he went out on the strip
They don't do shit, and did bad on a hit
5th to the Sev, all that shit to my dick
JB should've ran like Rick
Chase you a bitch, you just runnin' your lips
Big 43K, watch how he spliff

Spin through the 6, I'm like there go the Rip's
Charlie, Zay, Nazzy, Chris
Can't forget about shh, he got beat with a stick
Free Thunder Bklu, how the fuck did you trip?
Bobby you a bitch and he (touch the ground)
If I was you bitch, I would've been sick
Get too close, that's on bro, I'ma click
Ooter go coo' I know brodie gon' blitz

Come out the crib and he (touch the ground)
Like with the deuce, get to throwin' like Wick
Bro caught a opp, got 'em ducking like Rip
Like don't run, don't trip
Big 25th, got a kick
Spot a Flocka, I bet he dismissed
Watching the Trend, better get off my dick
Spin through the Mitch like, throw 6
15 in the clip throw 8 in that bitch

Try to what? I'm the one on the list
New chop got a kick, throw 3 at the whip
Scottie2Hottie will slide with the stick
If she keep twistin', knocker got a kick
Spin through the Mitch, I'm like, there go that bitch
If she see Winter, knock her out the kicks
Move on a bitch, anybody get hit
If he 280 Crip then he (touch the ground)
I don't got opps, all these niggas dismissed
Dougie got shot, like, I know he was sick

8 pack's in the air, so stop it
To the opps, who droppin' not it
Me and Melly G tryna see who's about it
He was talkin' on Rah so I shot it
Like bro it's the Makks, so I copped me a rocket
Can't stop for no cops I ain't droppin' it
On the Sev, yeah I'm flockin' it

Shawty ain't drop for no pole, she moppin' it
Fuck with my T's, but 300K we ain't squashing it
Two deep, me and Sha, we poppin' shit
Bro came home free Wunna he takin' it
Bad lil' bitch light skin and she shakin' it
He got shot in his leg, tryna fake it
Oh well, free Jay Spot

If he catch him a opp on his house, he's breaking shit
Fuck Lil Naz, got hit in his brains and shit
He dead, smoke Berry, they fled, in a hurry
Bitch I'm a demon, shootin' like I'm Curry
Going 100 miles feeling sturdy
Big Die Rey, I ain't showing no mercy
Diddy got flocked (touch the ground)
Pop me a Yellow, that's perky
Pour me a 8 of the wock, that's dirty uh

Oh, he tried to talk on my block
Ask him what we do when we bend on the Flocks
If he trip, he get shot, EBK, EBS, bitch we on hots
If it's lit, we got knocks
You know when he dead when his whole body drop
We take trips, to the opps
Fuck EK, we still smokin' his pops

Oh he tryna act tough, like he won't get packed up
With the Whoopty, he screaming out, hats up
Rippy got killed he was lookin' for back up
Fuck a party that shit gettin' clapped up
Fuck a lil' tiny, tell her throw her ass up
Ain't no recognition when I'm masked up
Bitch I'm with Nesty, throwin' like the Packers

Like, nah okay, they can link with the Flockas
African boy tryna catch me a Rasta
Sheemy got ripped, ain't do shit, he a hopper
Like boy, that boy be on dick, he a copper
Pop out at dark, I see 300, flock 'em
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