[Hook]
Pullin' up with a couple shooters
I could give a f*** about this f****** music
Pullin', pullin' up, pullin' up
With a pullin', pullin', pullin', pullin'
Pullin' up with a couple shooters
I could give a f*** about this f****** music
Ah (gunshot)
Flockmix

I tell these n***as take notes man
N***a like “fuck graduating n***a sellin' coke
That's a fucked up logic, man (buddy)
And these hoes right fuckin' for new bags
Stealin' swag

[Verse 1]
You lame rappers views from a real Piru
Married to the game, “I do” (what)
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***as can't walk a mile in my footsteps
Pussy, we don't wear the same size shoe
Punch him in his face, feed him chicken soup
Surgeries in that institute (yah)
Record his ass while I whoop his ass
And put it on my album as the interlude (yaa)
My circle tighter than an inner tube
Always talking' what you finna do?
I think you lames hit your pinnacle
Rappers on too many chemicals
Where the f*** is y'all principles?
This Brick Squad I'm the general
Middle finger grab my genitals
Why the f*** my niece in the news?(ah)
Always talking' What Flocka doing
Always talkin What Waka doin'?
Countin' money bitch I'm thumbing through it
You got a problem bitch I'm comin' to it