Flock'em

Woah, woah (Yeah) I'm boutta run it up, fuck it (Woah, woah) Yeah, aye I'm boutta run it up, and I get the mofuckin' bag (Woah, woah) You runnin' out of luck, watch out (Woah, woah) 'Cause you about to mo'fuckin' crash I'm boutta flock with the birds (Woah, woah) Arrive in time when I mofuckin' land Whatever I go, let that shit rip (Woah, woah) Bangin' that shit til I can't I just be mofuckin' glidin, I'm boutta flock 'em (Woah, woah) Haters, they always be slidin', fuck 'em (Woah, woah) Showing up uninvited, I feel like Matan Even (Woah) This is my mofuckin' season (Woah) Don't give a fuck what you dreamin' Whatever's the case, you reachin' (Woah, woah) But you don't even fuckin' mean it Makin some racks, I be creamin' (Woah, woah) Perky some beans, I'm geekin' I just be sitting around and pounce til I'm out of my head I be thinkin' (Woah, woah) I'm a disappointment for some reason Reach to the top, whatever I'm reachin' And I cannot stop, forever my season And if I stopped, I be a quitter But shit, ain't no one gon stop, so I'm gon be the winner Catch up with my hope (Woah, woah) Bless that shit like a Pope But damn like I don't know (Woah, woah) I just go make that shit blow I'm boutta run it all down (Woah, woah) I'm boutta take that money But I might plead the fifth (Woah, woah) But I got no fucks to give Kayden on the beat know I'm not gon miss Talking down crazy, then his block gon spin Me and Surg looking for some fucks to give We know you a hater, you ain't got nothing How he talk down and then he forgive Stay to yo word, guess you not like this Y'all niggas be fed, don't worry where I been These niggas make me chuckle, just a little slight grin Music shit light just be making these sounds See a bad bitch and I tell her turn around Yes, I'm on top so just give me that crown These niggas out of bounds while I'm in 5th round My nigga got blood, but he not a hound I'm making this bag it's weighing a pound Niggas be corny all I see is a clown We got him on the ground and now we surround Flipping this shit like we up in the kitchen Y'all niggas be talking, I see sneak dissin' Pot and a pan how this shit clickin' Yes he was talking, now he out of commission Cook this shit up like we frying and fishing He say he a gangster, but that hit not pitching Yes I'm spitting these bars they chefs kissing He got empty threats they just like hissing, bitch Yuh, KDS shit, gang Woah, woah I'm boutta run it up, fuck it (Woah, woah) Yeah, aye I'm boutta run it up, and I get the mofuckin' bag (Woah, woah) You runnin' out of luck, watch out (Woah, woah) 'Cause you about to mo'fuckin' crash I'm boutta flock with the birds (Woah, woah) Arrive in time when I mofuckin' land Whatever I go, let that shit rip (Woah, woah) Bangin' that shit til I can't I just be mofuckin' glidin, I'm boutta flock 'em (Woah, woah) Haters, they always be slidin', fuck 'em (Woah, woah) Showing up uninvited, I feel like Matan Even (Woah) This is my mofuckin' season (Woah) Don't give a fuck what you dreamin' Woah, woah Woah, woah