Big Homie Flock lyrics

[Verse 1]
The trap hot, it’s on fire
Eat a rap n*gga like a Busy Bee plate
I run my hood, no marathon
Took off for a minute now I’m back on
That base bigger, my dreads longer
My n*ggas realer, my weed stronger
Smoking gas packs, that body builder
Money talks, I don’t f*cking hear you

[Verse 2]
You can’t dress, you ain’t got swag
You a walking label, you a signed artist
Got my own label, f*ck these n*ggas
With the middle fingers, I’ma die rich
I'm a gangbanger, so it’s f*ck the prison
What critics say
I ain’t talking money, I keep 1 K
Don't make me transform to my old ways
Keep black doors on me like OJ
I’m turnt up off no drugs
You turned down, you getting no love
Love the energy so I’m in the crowd, acting wild
They know I go hard, b*tch I’m Debbie's child
One phone call, send them killers at you
That's speed dial
I was facing 10 years at the same time Joey beat his murder trial
R.I.P. to Cal, that’s a fallen soldier
Still collecting pennies, I’m a humble n*gga
Never join forces, make my own way
I keep cake, no birthday
f*ck a off day, competition, I eliminate
Follow street laws, don’t litigate
I delegate, you follow
I’m on my own sh*t, you borrow
Last n*gga tried to rob me got shot, now he suing me for a half a mill
That’s real sh*t
Big Homie Flock
Squad