Hype (Flockmix) lyrics

[Intro]
Flockmix
I tell these n*ggas take notes, man
I Can't Rap Volume 2
n*gga like, “f*ck graduating,“ n*gga sellin' coke
That's a f*cked up logic, man
And these hoes, right, f*ckin' for new bags
Stealin' swag

[Verse 1]
You lame rappers, views from a real Piru
Married to the game, “I do”
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*ggas can't walk a mile in my footsteps
pus*y, we don't wear the same size shoe
Punch him in his face, feed him chicken soup
Surgeries in that institute
Record his ass while I whoop his ass
And put it on my album as the interlude
My circle tighter than an inner tube
Always talkin', what you finna do?
I think you lames hit your pinnacle
Rapper on too many chemicals
Where the f*ck is y'all principles?
This Brick Squad, I'm the general
Middle finger grab my genitals
Why the f*ck my niece in the news?
Always talkin', “What Flocka doin'?”
Always talkin', “What Waka doin'?”
Countin' money, b*tch I'm thumbing through it
You got a problem, b*tch I'm comin' to it
Pullin' up with a couple shooters
I could give a f*ck about this f*ckin' music
I'll f*ck you up and there's nothin' to it
Whole squad ridin' like a f*ckin' Buick
I know I'm winning but I f*ckin' lose it
And beat the case cause my lawyer Jewish
Grimy n*gga came from the sewage
Put them hands on you like Lenny Lewis
Really whip these sh*ts if you diss me, b*tch
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*ck 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!)
f*ckin' 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*ggas thinkin' that they Pablo?
Cause they watched an episode of Narcos
This is real life, shotta, f*ck flows
And you lyrical n*ggas
Caught a case now you spiritual, n*ggas?
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!)