Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Meet The Flockers, artist - YG. Date of issue: 17.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Meet The Flockers |
| First: You find a house and scope it out |
| Find a Chinese neighborhood |
| 'Cause they don’t believe in bank accounts |
| Second: You find a crew and a driver |
| Someone to ring the doorbell |
| And someone that ain’t scared to do what it do |
| Third: You pull up at the spot, park, watch |
| Ring the doorbell and knock |
| Four: Make sure nobody’s home (*Knock-knock-knock-knock*) |
| They gone; |
| okay, it’s on |
| Don’t be scared, nigga, you in now |
| If the police come, you gon' find out who your friends now |
| That ain’t me talking, that’s your mind playing tricks on you |
| You conscious 'cause you know you got nines with two clips on you |
| But fuck that, motherfuck that plasma |
| And fuck that laptop, go and get that jewelry box |
| You tryna get paid? |
| Go take that jewelry box to the Slauson |
| They’ll give you cash back in the same day |
| Meet the motherfucking flockers! |
| (Meet the…) |
| Make money-money, make money-money-money |
| (Make some noise if you’ve ever stole something in your life) |
| Take money-money, take money-money-money |
| (Don't be ashamed, it’s okay, man) |
| Make money-money, make money-money-money |
| (Make some noise if you ever stole a dollar out your mama purse when she wasn’t |
| lookin while y’all was in church) |
| Take money-money, take money-money-money |
| Ayy, niggas don’t know the history about the flock |
| Put the flathead in the door, pull it, make it go flock |
| Hit the first drawer, grab a nigga some socks |
| That nigga in the car better be listening to that box (For real!) |
| Ayy, I ain’t staking out shit (Nah) |
| Niggas eeny, meeny, miny, moe and ding-dong-ditch (Ayy) |
| Ain’t a safe I can’t crack, nigga, that’s on Crip (Yankees!) |
| I’m with my Pirus from Compton, we gon' pass and get rich, ayy! |
| 50 racks, three niggas, sixteen-five a split |
| Let some weeks go by, we at the dealership (Ugh!) |
| I never took notes, nigga I need the pink slip |
| Hit Icey, macking up for my bullshit! |
| Spent about ten cash (Yup) |
| Jumped into the whip and did the whole dash (Two hunnid!) |
| D. Loc my nigga, my nigga |
| Hit my first lick, pass with my niggas, ayy! |