Yung Bill$ - Waitin On The Flock lyrics

[Verse 1: Hooligan Chase] (Ay) Yo, I'm hangin' from a cloud, but no noose there They pourin' dirty sprite in the fountain of youth there The answer's nobody, if you wonderin' who cares Lighter flick larry, I don't mean to pollute air Ain't no way around it, big future taught me that (yup) The xan pick me up, but some weed brought me back (yo!) Keep yo' opinion, I don't need all of that I really hope you get to the cheese in the trap Ooh, I don't f** with the month count Know you wanna kick it but I punt now Facial reconstruction when I'm bagging up the skunk, loud Daddy call you sonny and yo' grandma call you mushmouth Shapeshifting (ooh), who you get this from, it tastes different Drop my top, JFK'in when I'm date trippin' b**h don't touch me like my paint drippin' Swear I'm seein' sh** that's not there Damn, I thought I had great vision (uh) Like te amo, mi amor But you probably gon' be bored if you follow me some more Told her we should take a break, while I'm fondlin' the door New man, workin' court, she be swallowin' his storks (yooh) Seen it on TV, but I have not had it (no) My house stay full like my dad Bob Saget (yo) My pack too loud, momma really hate the racket They can't botch me in ‘less I'm coolin' in my casket Movie scriptin' type loogie spittin' Day to day goal's get head, lil' stewie griffin' (skrr) Even if you hate me, you should listen (who that) Voices in my head prolly wonderin' why they roof is missin' (uhh) I'm faded by the dock, my baby bottle pop (yuh) I went to school high, cause I hated it a lot. (yuhh!) (yuh, I did) Damn, I flew too fast, now I'm waitin' for the flock, ooh [Verse 2: Yung Bill$] Damn, I flew too fast, now I'm waitin' for the flock, ooh Rollin' with the hooligan, thats my f**in' hooligang Slervin' all night, so we finna rip the bong again, sippin' dirty sprite Yeah, f**in' with tommorows trap Nowadays so many fakes, so many snakes Yo' momma shoulda told me, too many flakes so many hate But I just chill and roll up Roll a little green, dip it in that lean Pop another bean I can feel it in my spleen And get up off of me, I'm callin' her a fiend cause all she want is weed But I can never give a f** about no fake bih But I can never give a f** about no flake b**h And I can never give a f** about a snake, b**h And if you want my love, then you best bake, b**h [Verse 3: Yung Bill$] (lalalala) Do it right, don't do it light, not outta spite Boy you quite a p**y like hermaphrodite Smokin' not escapin' Music I'm debating, captivating, fascinating The sh** that I'm creating, motivating, celebrating This sh** is f**ing hard, concentrating, calculating And now it's detonating [Coda: Yung Bill$] (lalalala) Mixin' it up and now we bringin' it back Head in the clouds but my mind on the path Matter of fact, tell ‘em that we need some mo' We need some seed to sow, need some weed to grow (..yeah..)