Heembeezy - Floccer (Official Video) [Dir. akaBeto]
๐ต 1441 characters
โฑ๏ธ 1:31 duration
๐ ID: 14289616
๐ Lyrics
Hmm
Yeah, aight
Hmm
Bitch, I need the chip, I'm a five-star floccer
She callin' me daddy, but she know I'm not a father
Smokin' good Cook', this that fire, Betty Crocker
We cannot kick it, no karate or soccer
I'll kick a door before I ever be a doctor
Chili bandit, I was up at school crackin' lockers
Never been broke, I hit the road, I had to run it up
Hundred after hundred, blue strips, better sum it up
Christian Louboutins, I bleed the scene, I'm finna fuck 'em up
I just bopped for twenty, bitch, you know I'm finna double up
Them niggas can't fuck with us, fuck a sucker, shoot 'em up
I ain't runnin' fades, I'm off the juice, you know I'm sippin' mud
Off the Wockesha, I can feel it in my lungs
If I see the jakes, I ain't stoppin', I'ma run
He don't shoot shit, but spent a thousand on that gun
She mad I'm always in the field, I told her go fuck with a bum
Before I hop inside my feelings, I'ma hop inside a bag
Always turned nothin' into somethin', so they mad
I send my white boy on a skit, that's my young nigga Chad
Bitch, my Glock replace the muscle and my pockets stay fat
Bitch, do you wanna fuck? I don't got time for the foolery
I'll lose my life before I let 'em touch my jewelry
That nigga sound dumb if he ever think he shootin' me
I keep it on me, mama not gon' cry, she ain't losin' me
I know I could work a job, I hit the road, that's who I choose to be
I'm mixin' Cookie with the blend inside the grabba loose leaf
Yeah, aight
Hmm
Bitch, I need the chip, I'm a five-star floccer
She callin' me daddy, but she know I'm not a father
Smokin' good Cook', this that fire, Betty Crocker
We cannot kick it, no karate or soccer
I'll kick a door before I ever be a doctor
Chili bandit, I was up at school crackin' lockers
Never been broke, I hit the road, I had to run it up
Hundred after hundred, blue strips, better sum it up
Christian Louboutins, I bleed the scene, I'm finna fuck 'em up
I just bopped for twenty, bitch, you know I'm finna double up
Them niggas can't fuck with us, fuck a sucker, shoot 'em up
I ain't runnin' fades, I'm off the juice, you know I'm sippin' mud
Off the Wockesha, I can feel it in my lungs
If I see the jakes, I ain't stoppin', I'ma run
He don't shoot shit, but spent a thousand on that gun
She mad I'm always in the field, I told her go fuck with a bum
Before I hop inside my feelings, I'ma hop inside a bag
Always turned nothin' into somethin', so they mad
I send my white boy on a skit, that's my young nigga Chad
Bitch, my Glock replace the muscle and my pockets stay fat
Bitch, do you wanna fuck? I don't got time for the foolery
I'll lose my life before I let 'em touch my jewelry
That nigga sound dumb if he ever think he shootin' me
I keep it on me, mama not gon' cry, she ain't losin' me
I know I could work a job, I hit the road, that's who I choose to be
I'm mixin' Cookie with the blend inside the grabba loose leaf
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.71] Hmm
[00:07.07] Yeah, aight
[00:08.73] Hmm
[00:09.84] Bitch, I need the chip, I'm a five-star floccer
[00:12.54] She callin' me daddy, but she know I'm not a father
[00:15.48] Smokin' good Cook', this that fire, Betty Crocker
[00:17.86] We cannot kick it, no karate or soccer
[00:20.70] I'll kick a door before I ever be a doctor
[00:23.44] Chili bandit, I was up at school crackin' lockers
[00:25.70] Never been broke, I hit the road, I had to run it up
[00:28.18] Hundred after hundred, blue strips, better sum it up
[00:31.29] Christian Louboutins, I bleed the scene, I'm finna fuck 'em up
[00:33.79] I just bopped for twenty, bitch, you know I'm finna double up
[00:36.50] Them niggas can't fuck with us, fuck a sucker, shoot 'em up
[00:39.03] I ain't runnin' fades, I'm off the juice, you know I'm sippin' mud
[00:41.88] Off the Wockesha, I can feel it in my lungs
[00:44.37] If I see the jakes, I ain't stoppin', I'ma run
[00:47.17] He don't shoot shit, but spent a thousand on that gun
[00:49.52] She mad I'm always in the field, I told her go fuck with a bum
[00:52.14] Before I hop inside my feelings, I'ma hop inside a bag
[00:54.93] Always turned nothin' into somethin', so they mad
[00:57.48] I send my white boy on a skit, that's my young nigga Chad
[01:00.21] Bitch, my Glock replace the muscle and my pockets stay fat
[01:03.05] Bitch, do you wanna fuck? I don't got time for the foolery
[01:05.89] I'll lose my life before I let 'em touch my jewelry
[01:08.54] That nigga sound dumb if he ever think he shootin' me
[01:11.09] I keep it on me, mama not gon' cry, she ain't losin' me
[01:13.56] I know I could work a job, I hit the road, that's who I choose to be
[01:16.27] I'm mixin' Cookie with the blend inside the grabba loose leaf
[01:19.92]
[00:07.07] Yeah, aight
[00:08.73] Hmm
[00:09.84] Bitch, I need the chip, I'm a five-star floccer
[00:12.54] She callin' me daddy, but she know I'm not a father
[00:15.48] Smokin' good Cook', this that fire, Betty Crocker
[00:17.86] We cannot kick it, no karate or soccer
[00:20.70] I'll kick a door before I ever be a doctor
[00:23.44] Chili bandit, I was up at school crackin' lockers
[00:25.70] Never been broke, I hit the road, I had to run it up
[00:28.18] Hundred after hundred, blue strips, better sum it up
[00:31.29] Christian Louboutins, I bleed the scene, I'm finna fuck 'em up
[00:33.79] I just bopped for twenty, bitch, you know I'm finna double up
[00:36.50] Them niggas can't fuck with us, fuck a sucker, shoot 'em up
[00:39.03] I ain't runnin' fades, I'm off the juice, you know I'm sippin' mud
[00:41.88] Off the Wockesha, I can feel it in my lungs
[00:44.37] If I see the jakes, I ain't stoppin', I'ma run
[00:47.17] He don't shoot shit, but spent a thousand on that gun
[00:49.52] She mad I'm always in the field, I told her go fuck with a bum
[00:52.14] Before I hop inside my feelings, I'ma hop inside a bag
[00:54.93] Always turned nothin' into somethin', so they mad
[00:57.48] I send my white boy on a skit, that's my young nigga Chad
[01:00.21] Bitch, my Glock replace the muscle and my pockets stay fat
[01:03.05] Bitch, do you wanna fuck? I don't got time for the foolery
[01:05.89] I'll lose my life before I let 'em touch my jewelry
[01:08.54] That nigga sound dumb if he ever think he shootin' me
[01:11.09] I keep it on me, mama not gon' cry, she ain't losin' me
[01:13.56] I know I could work a job, I hit the road, that's who I choose to be
[01:16.27] I'm mixin' Cookie with the blend inside the grabba loose leaf
[01:19.92]