No Flockin Lyrics – Kodak Black

Read the full No Flockin lyrics by Kodak Black along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Kodak Black’s music, you can also explore Roll in Peace and How To Let Go, two other songs by Kodak Black.

[Intro]
Damn, that’s so sad
KKK, KKK

[Verse]
Young n!gga, I got old cash, spazzing on they ass
I got Prada on my ho ass, got my last one mad
Pop a n!gga like a damn tag, shopping on they ass
I just bought a new old Jag, yeah, it’s so fast
Smoking flocka, you a jackass, all I smoke is gas
Don’t you ask me where the pole at, where yo’ clothes at?
I ain’t talking ’bout my n!ggas, dammit, but y’all tripping, too

Is it you? Damn, my n!gga, what the hell got into you?
Project Baby, y’all was skipping in the hallway, I was skipping school
On my Ps and Qs, on them jiggas, call me jiggaboo
Bleeding concrete, bet you n!ggas won’t come ‘cross the street
Pardon me, I don’t talk to you so don’t you talk to me
I ain’t dissing on nobody, B, I’m vibing on the beat
Honestly, I’m just tryna be, I just gotta be
Trying to get over on anything, they telling lies to me
I spent five on my pinky ring, she love my diamond ring
Anyway, I’m married to the game, she said her vows to me
I ain’t getting on my knees, bae, you bow down to me
You go down for me, you lay down and do the time for me
Sorry, boo, yeah, I lied to you, but don’t you lie to me
It’s Lil Kodak, the finesse kid, boy, who hot as me?
Told the doctor I’m a healthy kid, I smoke broccoli
I will run around your whole board like Monopoly
Ol’ boy, you’s a broke boy, flocka’s got you beat
Chocolate, call me Reese’s, can’t catch me without the piece
C’est la vie, I’m ten toes down, you falling off your feet
I will trick yo ass for a treat, call it Halloween
Yeah, that money’s what I play fo’, call it lottery
Goddamn, you’s a clown to me, you’s a clown to me
You can’t smoke no Black & Milds with me, get in the car with me
You a funny guy, don’t you even joke around with me
How could it be? Get from ’round a G, you grounded from me

I’m a freeband junkie, you a junkie
You getting skinny, I’m getting chunky, getting money
Want some food? Boy, you hungry, I want them hundreds
Hundreds