Floccer (Paused)
๐ต 1441 characters
โฑ๏ธ 1:30 duration
๐ ID: 24780380
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
[00:05.92] Hmm
[00:06.98] Yeah, aight
[00:08.43] Hmm
[00:09.99] Bitch, I need the chip, I'm a five-star floccer
[00:12.55] She callin' me daddy, but she know I'm not a father
[00:15.03] Smokin' good Cook', this that fire, Betty Crocker
[00:17.87] We cannot kick it, no karate or soccer
[00:20.57] I'll kick a door before I ever be a doctor
[00:23.05] Chili bandit, I was up at school crackin' lockers
[00:25.76] Never been broke, I hit the road, I had to run it up
[00:28.46] Hundred after hundred, blue strips, better sum it up
[00:31.15] Christian Louboutins, I bleed the scene, I'm finna fuck 'em up
[00:33.86] I just bopped for twenty, bitch, you know I'm finna double up
[00:36.52] Them niggas can't fuck with us, fuck a sucker, shoot 'em up
[00:39.29] I ain't runnin' fades, I'm off the juice, you know I'm sippin' mud
[00:41.93] Off the Wockesha, I can feel it in my lungs
[00:44.35] If I see the jakes, I ain't stoppin', I'ma run
[00:47.14] He don't shoot shit, but spent a thousand on that gun
[00:49.78] She mad I'm always in the field, I told her go fuck with a bum
[00:52.23] Before I hop inside my feelings, I'ma hop inside a bag
[00:55.12] Always turned nothin' into somethin', so they mad
[00:57.64] I send my white boy on a skit, that's my young nigga Chad
[01:00.30] Bitch, my Glock replace the muscle and my pockets stay fat
[01:02.88] Bitch, do you wanna fuck? I don't got time for the foolery
[01:05.77] I'll lose my life before I let 'em touch my jewelry
[01:08.42] That nigga sound dumb if he ever think he shootin' me
[01:11.13] I keep it on me, mama not gon' cry, she ain't losin' me
[01:13.72] I know I could work a job, I hit the road, that's who I choose to be
[01:16.51] I'm mixin' Cookie with the blend inside the grabba loose leaf
[01:18.97]
[00:06.98] Yeah, aight
[00:08.43] Hmm
[00:09.99] Bitch, I need the chip, I'm a five-star floccer
[00:12.55] She callin' me daddy, but she know I'm not a father
[00:15.03] Smokin' good Cook', this that fire, Betty Crocker
[00:17.87] We cannot kick it, no karate or soccer
[00:20.57] I'll kick a door before I ever be a doctor
[00:23.05] Chili bandit, I was up at school crackin' lockers
[00:25.76] Never been broke, I hit the road, I had to run it up
[00:28.46] Hundred after hundred, blue strips, better sum it up
[00:31.15] Christian Louboutins, I bleed the scene, I'm finna fuck 'em up
[00:33.86] I just bopped for twenty, bitch, you know I'm finna double up
[00:36.52] Them niggas can't fuck with us, fuck a sucker, shoot 'em up
[00:39.29] I ain't runnin' fades, I'm off the juice, you know I'm sippin' mud
[00:41.93] Off the Wockesha, I can feel it in my lungs
[00:44.35] If I see the jakes, I ain't stoppin', I'ma run
[00:47.14] He don't shoot shit, but spent a thousand on that gun
[00:49.78] She mad I'm always in the field, I told her go fuck with a bum
[00:52.23] Before I hop inside my feelings, I'ma hop inside a bag
[00:55.12] Always turned nothin' into somethin', so they mad
[00:57.64] I send my white boy on a skit, that's my young nigga Chad
[01:00.30] Bitch, my Glock replace the muscle and my pockets stay fat
[01:02.88] Bitch, do you wanna fuck? I don't got time for the foolery
[01:05.77] I'll lose my life before I let 'em touch my jewelry
[01:08.42] That nigga sound dumb if he ever think he shootin' me
[01:11.13] I keep it on me, mama not gon' cry, she ain't losin' me
[01:13.72] I know I could work a job, I hit the road, that's who I choose to be
[01:16.51] I'm mixin' Cookie with the blend inside the grabba loose leaf
[01:18.97]