XXXTENTACION - News/Flock lyrics

by

Tyler, The Creator


News
[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
Snort
'Ight

[Verse: XXXTENTACION]
Let me introduce you to bullsh*t, the News
f*ckin' news reporters saying fake bullsh*t for views
They expect the false statements to blow up like a nuke
You can't fool the youth, we know the truth
Our brains aren't loose, we aren't fools
The type to get shot up
Gettin' wounds, risking your life for reports, f*ck a journalist
All these Muslims and thugs wanna murder sh*t with no respect
Now, n*gga, what you gonna do?
Make a move, sperm on her boobs
Get the lube, let the c*m shoot
Let sh*t drip down her chest, sh*t like chicken coop
I'm tired of this bullsh*t, all these fake lies
There's no third-eye, f*ck everything the public states
I'll be hanging on a noose, I'm done, get shot up, dead
Let it get reported by a news group
Or a gang of delusional troops
I hope my f*ckin' head gets squeezed and the knowledge inside Gets spread-ed around the world like a bacteria, rather than a fruit
f*ck the blasphemy, f*ck God, he ain't having me
Burn my family tree, kill a n*gga then make him bleed
f*ck humanity
I don't want to die peacefully, I'm not blind, I can see
I'm a strong soul, I can stand with bruises up with my own two feet
Hate a news reporter
Get f*cked by a'other country or shooter
Better call a f*ckin' lawyer

[Outro: XXXTENTACION]
Yuh, f*ck everything
Y'all motherf*ckers know I snapped
Get ready for the next round

Flock
[Intro: Sai Yoshiko]
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[Verse: XXXTENTACION]
Speeding down the block
Hitting foes like I'm, ayy, yo', got P.O.C
Driving In the car until he got shot
By the group of white flocks
He got his ass popped
Tried to be a dead throat
Rather be a Death Gun
Shoot my head until the blood on the floor is red and a mess
Flock's on my di*k, I got f*ckin' tricks, b*tch
Now n*gga, f*ck the 'ops calling the group
Let's f*ck em' up with the flock
Shoot em' dead with a Glock
I be aiming west I ain't got nothing to say or confess
Not my end
The flock's gone, here comes the enemy the hawk eatin' corpses out of a trot
All these pus*y ass n*ggas finna get dropped by the gang, the flock
My bars are hot, now I f*ckin' kill them when the beat is slopped
I ain't up for bullsh*t, I don't talk or let that b*tches tits cropped
Like a eagle. I keep my eyes locked
Now everything you say is simply irrelevant
Need some cynical evidence, this Isn't the death of me
Not the fall of the Anakin
I'm not the type of n*gga to be toyed
To be a f*ckin' manikin
I'm not carrying about what I say
I just be spitting, memorising words, I ain't be panicking
I don't expect huge flocks of hoes to be fanatics
f*ck hoes yo', I don't bleed red for the government
Why ignore our nation?
All these fake ass n*ggas ignoring the suffering
Their brains buffering
I don't cherish love I don't give a f*ck about anything
I don't do loving
That b*tch be bringing her flock of Friends and she be c*ck sucking
She knows she's just another hoe puppet who can suck it
I don't give a f*ck about God or some stupid religious prophets

[Pre-Chorus: Sai Yoshiko]
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[Outro: XXXTENTACION & Sai Yoshiko]
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(Yuh)

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