Kodak Black - No Flockin (duplicate, please delete) FAKE lyrics

[Verse] Young n***a, I got old cash Spazzin' on they a** I got Prada on my hoe a**, got my last one mad Pop a n***a like a damn tag Shoppin' on they a** I just bought a new old Jag Yea it's so fast Smokin' flockas, you a jacka**, all I smoke is gas Don't you ask me where the pole at, where yo' clothes at? I ain't talkin' bout my n***as them, but y'all trippen too Is it you? Damn my n***a what the hell got into you? Project Baby, y'all was skippin' in the hallways I was skippin' school On my P's and Q's On them jiggas, call me Jiggaboo Bleedin' concrete Bet you n***a won't come 'cross the street Pardon me, I don't talk to you, so don't you talk to me I ain't dissin' on nobody b, I'm vibin' on the beat Honestly, I'm just tryna be, I just gotta be Tryna get over on anything, they telling lies to me I spent 5 on my pinky ring, she loved my diamond ring Anyway, I'm married to the game, she said her vows to me I ain't gettin' 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 lie to you, but don't you lie to me It's La' Kodak The finesse kid, boy who hot as me? Told the doctor "I'm a healthy kid, I smoke broccoli" I will run around yo' whole board like Monopoly Oh boy, you's a broke boy, flockas gotcha beat Chocolate, call me Reese's, can't catch me without the piece C'est La Vie, I'm 10 toes down, you falling off ya feet I will trick yo' a** for a treat, call it Halloween Yeah that money is what I play for, call it lottery Goddamn, you's a clown to me, you's a clown to me You can't smoke no Black & Mild 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 Im a Freeband junkie, you a junkie You gettin' skinny, I'm gettin' chunky, I'm gettin' money Want some food, boy you hungry, I want them hunnids