[Hook]
Pullin' up with a couple shooters
I could give a f*** about this f****** music
Pullin', pullin' up, pullin' up
With a pullin', pullin', pullin', pullin'
Pullin' up with a couple shooters
I could give a f*** about this f****** music
Ah (gunshot)
Flockmix

I tell these n***as take notes man
N***a like “fuck graduating n***a sellin' coke
That's a fucked up logic, man (buddy)
And these hoes right fuckin' for new bags
Stealin' swag

[Verse 1]
You lame rappers views from a real Piru
Married to the game, “I do” (what)
I'm ridin' through in that chicken coop
'Dem birds in it when I'm slidin' through
Can't finesse a brick like I do
You lil n***as can't walk a mile in my footsteps
Pussy, we don't wear the same size shoe
Punch him in his face, feed him chicken soup
Surgeries in that institute (yah)
Record his ass while I whoop his ass
And put it on my album as the interlude (yaa)
My circle tighter than an inner tube
Always talking' what you finna do?
I think you lames hit your pinnacle
Rappers on too many chemicals
Where the f*** is y'all principles?
This Brick Squad I'm the general
Middle finger grab my genitals
Why the f*** my niece in the news?(ah)
Always talking' What Flocka doing
Always talkin What Waka doin'?
Countin' money bitch I'm thumbing through it
You got a problem bitch I'm comin' to it
[Hook]
Pullin' up with a couple shooters
I could give a f*** about this f*****’ music
I'll f*** you up and there's nothin' to it
Whole squad ridin' like a f*****’ Buick
I know I'm winning but If*****’ lose it
And beat the case cause my lawyer Jewish (yah)
Grimy n***a came from the sewage
Put them hands on you like Lenny Lewis
Really whip these shits if you diss me b****
Then it's a wrap like Christmas gifts
It's arithmetic, I'ma hit the lick
We gon snatch the bag, then split the chips
Out in Colorado, go and f*** with Spence
VBS is on me never tuck it in
The haters out but the love is in
Makin' major flips like above the rim (Flex)

[Verse 2]
F****** up the dough cause I can't cook
So I made a million on Facebook
So underrated feel like Westbrook
I'm runnin' plays it's textbook
Coupla rappers solid but the rest shook
They say I can't rap, so I came back
With dumb punchlines gave 'em left hooks
Back from the dead I'm Jon Snow
Toe tag him he a John Doe
I feel like young Scooter, no convo
Watch out for snakes, keep the lawn mowed
Why these n***as thinkin' that they Pablo
Cause they watched an episode of Narcos
This is real life shotta f**** flows
And you lyrical n*ggas (f***)
Caught a case now you spiritual, n*gga
The feds put some fear in you, n*gga?
What they put years on you, n*gga?
Yo I see a tear droppin n*gga?
Told Chance to teardrop that n*gga
I take the chair my n*gga
Loyalty real my n*gga
Yo (Waka)

[Outro]
F*** [?] the n***as man?
Just turned 30 man
So how old you think your favorite rapper is man?
I was listening to n*ggas in middle school
Move over grandaddy
Squad Flockaveli 2
Gang gang