We doin' flocks, we selling rocks
A hundred pounds of exotics in a box
Niggas shootin' and getting shot
When you hit the county jail
It ain't no guns, Where your heart?
(Where your heart?)
We doin' flocks, we selling rocks
A hundred pounds of exotics in a box
Niggas shootin' and getting shot
When you hit the county jail
It ain't no guns, Where your heart?
(Where your heart?)
Insane in my motherf*cking brain, nigga
I was on 104th busting down cocaine, nigga
We ran out of bricks, nigga, call
He gon' drop it off like
"Get back at me later on" (Hello?)
Yeah, my niggas just passed on jewelery
N' they came to me they know I got the cash
(Man, how you want for this shit?)
Yeah, the hood day coming up
We bought a bag of choppers in case the
Other side try to f*ck it up
Yeah, I'm coming through in a Rolls-Royce
(Skrrr) why you tryna talk
Nigga? You ain't got no voice!
(Nigga, shut the f*ck up)
I hang out with the real crips (C-c-c-crip)
A hundred pounds, vacuum seal
Then we sent that shit
We doin' flocks, we selling rocks
A hundred pounds of exotics in a box
Niggas shootin' and getting shot
When you hit the county jail
It ain't no guns, Where your heart?
(Where your heart?)
We doin' flocks, we selling rocks
A hundred pounds of exotics in a box
Niggas shootin' and getting shot
When you hit the county jail
It ain't no guns, Where your heart?
(Where your heart?)
I'm counting money on floor
Looked at the camera, grabbed my nine
Somebody at the door (Who the f*ck is that?)
I'm thumbed through two hundred grand
But it's time to hit the block
'cause I gotta get some more
I gotta break bitches, shake snake niggas
In the trenches i heard niggas trippin'
So we jumping out of rentals (Skrt)
Plow, plow, plow, lay 'em flat
I heard you niggas trippin' but
Where the f*ck y'all at? (Come outside)
West side the best side
Rag hanging out the left side
Niggas wanna trip, well
We gon' let the Tec fly
Eastside the B side
Motherf*ck the police side
Bitch, this eleven-deuce
I ain't throwing up no peace sign!
Innerprize Clicc, this the shit
Ain't no love in LA, nigga we don't play
G Perico - Doin Floccs Lyrics
G Perico - Doin Floccs Lyrics
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We doin' flocks, we selling rocks
A hundred pounds of exotics in a box
Niggas shootin' and getting shot
When you hit the county jail
It ain't no guns, Where your heart?
(Where your heart?)
We doin' flocks, we selling rocks
A hundred pounds of exotics in a box
Niggas shootin' and getting shot
When you hit the county jail
It ain't no guns, Where your heart?
(Where your heart?)
Insane in my motherf*cking brain, nigga
I was on 104th busting down cocaine, nigga
We ran out of bricks, nigga, call
He gon' drop it off like
"Get back at me later on" (Hello?)
Yeah, my niggas just passed on jewelery
N' they came to me they know I got the cash
(Man, how you want for this shit?)
Yeah, the hood day coming up
We bought a bag of choppers in case the
Other side try to f*ck it up
Yeah, I'm coming through in a Rolls-Royce
(Skrrr) why you tryna talk
Nigga? You ain't got no voice!
(Nigga, shut the f*ck up)
I hang out with the real crips (C-c-c-crip)
A hundred pounds, vacuum seal
Then we sent that shit
We doin' flocks, we selling rocks
A hundred pounds of exotics in a box
Niggas shootin' and getting shot
When you hit the county jail
It ain't no guns, Where your heart?
(Where your heart?)
We doin' flocks, we selling rocks
A hundred pounds of exotics in a box
Niggas shootin' and getting shot
When you hit the county jail
It ain't no guns, Where your heart?
(Where your heart?)
I'm counting money on floor
Looked at the camera, grabbed my nine
Somebody at the door (Who the f*ck is that?)
I'm thumbed through two hundred grand
But it's time to hit the block
'cause I gotta get some more
I gotta break bitches, shake snake niggas
In the trenches i heard niggas trippin'
So we jumping out of rentals (Skrt)
Plow, plow, plow, lay 'em flat
I heard you niggas trippin' but
Where the f*ck y'all at? (Come outside)
West side the best side
Rag hanging out the left side
Niggas wanna trip, well
We gon' let the Tec fly
Eastside the B side
Motherf*ck the police side
Bitch, this eleven-deuce
I ain't throwing up no peace sign!
Innerprize Clicc, this the shit
Ain't no love in LA, nigga we don't play
A hundred pounds of exotics in a box
Niggas shootin' and getting shot
When you hit the county jail
It ain't no guns, Where your heart?
(Where your heart?)
We doin' flocks, we selling rocks
A hundred pounds of exotics in a box
Niggas shootin' and getting shot
When you hit the county jail
It ain't no guns, Where your heart?
(Where your heart?)
Insane in my motherf*cking brain, nigga
I was on 104th busting down cocaine, nigga
We ran out of bricks, nigga, call
He gon' drop it off like
"Get back at me later on" (Hello?)
Yeah, my niggas just passed on jewelery
N' they came to me they know I got the cash
(Man, how you want for this shit?)
Yeah, the hood day coming up
We bought a bag of choppers in case the
Other side try to f*ck it up
Yeah, I'm coming through in a Rolls-Royce
(Skrrr) why you tryna talk
Nigga? You ain't got no voice!
(Nigga, shut the f*ck up)
I hang out with the real crips (C-c-c-crip)
A hundred pounds, vacuum seal
Then we sent that shit
We doin' flocks, we selling rocks
A hundred pounds of exotics in a box
Niggas shootin' and getting shot
When you hit the county jail
It ain't no guns, Where your heart?
(Where your heart?)
We doin' flocks, we selling rocks
A hundred pounds of exotics in a box
Niggas shootin' and getting shot
When you hit the county jail
It ain't no guns, Where your heart?
(Where your heart?)
I'm counting money on floor
Looked at the camera, grabbed my nine
Somebody at the door (Who the f*ck is that?)
I'm thumbed through two hundred grand
But it's time to hit the block
'cause I gotta get some more
I gotta break bitches, shake snake niggas
In the trenches i heard niggas trippin'
So we jumping out of rentals (Skrt)
Plow, plow, plow, lay 'em flat
I heard you niggas trippin' but
Where the f*ck y'all at? (Come outside)
West side the best side
Rag hanging out the left side
Niggas wanna trip, well
We gon' let the Tec fly
Eastside the B side
Motherf*ck the police side
Bitch, this eleven-deuce
I ain't throwing up no peace sign!
Innerprize Clicc, this the shit
Ain't no love in LA, nigga we don't play