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No Flockin

Kodak Black

Hip-Hop

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Jul
04
Jul 04, 2025
Level One Personnel
Columbia

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Kodak Black

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kodak Black

Songwriter

Pan Rui Wen

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

VinnyxProd

Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]

And that's so sad, KKK, KK

[Verse 1]

Young ****, I got old cash, spazzing on they ass

I got Prada on my ho ass, got my last one mad

Pop a **** like a damn tag, shopping on they ass

I just bought a new old Jag, yeah, it's so fast

Smokin' Flocka, you a jackass, all I smoke is gas

Don't you ask me where the pole at, where your clothes at?

[Verse 2]

I ain't talking 'bout my ****, dammit, but y'all tripping, too

Is it you? Damn, my ****, what the hell got into you?

Project baby, y'all was skipping in the hallway, I was skipping school

On my P's and Q's, on them jiggas call me jiggaboo

[Verse 3]

Bleeding concrete, bet you **** won't come cross the street

Pardon me, I don't talk to you, so don't you talk to me

I ain't dissing on nobody beat, I'm vibing on the beat

Honestly, I'm just trying to be, I just gotta be

[Verse 4]

Tryna get over on anything, they telling lies to me

I spent five on my pinky ring, she love my diamond ring

Anyway, I'm married to the game, she said her vows to me

I ain't getting 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

[Verse 5]

It's lil' Kodak, the finesse kid, boy, who hot as me?

Told the doctor I'm a healthy kid, I smoke broccoli

I will run around your whole board like Monopoly

Ol' boy, you's a broke boy, Flocka's got you beat

Chocolate, call me Reese's, can't catch me without the piece

C'est la vie, I'm ten toes down, you falling off your feet

[Verse 6]

I will trick your ass for a treat, call it Halloween

Yeah, that money's 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 & Milds 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

[Outro]

I'm a freeband junkie, you a junkie

You getting skinny, I'm getting chunky, I'm getting money

Want some food? Boy, you hungry, I want them hunnids, hunnids

Written by: Dieuson Octave, Rui Wen Pan