Y'all hooting and hollerin'
Got 28 sales next month man
Just closed two deal on my
30, 000 feet in the air I'm like
yeah I'm back in this bitch
If that bitch get to spazzing, I'm
And I'm asking you rappers,
do you ask your bitch for permission to sit
I'm blessed and they asking you shit
niggas get slapped like a bitch
I make in a week what you make in a year
Eight figure, nigga, so let that be clear
I captain you niggas, please let me steer
For hope for your niggas,
I swear I feel like imma never stop touring
y'all hope for the better
They tell me "Come back",
but the game is in shambles
They want that old Flocka, that
They feel so authentic, you artists is lame
Face, car, I got credit charged into the game
I matched in the gas and I
I count them like Scooter,
They screaming "Free Gucci!" and
us, man y'all niggas frauds
They tweeting and talking
Try me in July, you be missing by August
My chick is a boss, my clique full of bosses
You soft as that pillow you talking... on,
Fu- Fuck fu- fuck it I'm back
Put your hands up front, to the back
Swiss blade to your jawline
Imma count down from 10, draw 9s
Fuck the confederate fags
Looking racist in his face and ass
Why you hate me cause I'm black?
The police ar rest us, blast us,
trap us, athletes, rappers, actors
Put a picture up and act like a pastor,
Still hustle like hustle is legal
Boy, I'm feeling like I'm
Loordd, deliver me from evil
Loordd, who the fuck are these people?
This is a chapter, a verse and a testament
If police start asking, y'all giving up evidence
I free all my niggas, soon as I'm President
I'm sending you straight to Mexico
Flockaveli 2 coming soon I swear
"Can I snatch his chain?"
Look down, said "I though the same
Flockaveli 2, middle finger
Made a million dollars off of rapping
Made a million dollars off of trapping
Made another quarter million