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Flocka Flame
Hip-Hop/Rap
Flocka Flame was released on April 9, 2022 by 3835160 Records DK as a part of the album Almighty 5
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Release DateApril 9, 2022
Label3835160 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DaRell Antwain Adams
DaRell Antwain Adams
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ooh, almighty shit, you know what I'm talkin' bout
Bop, these **** a walk the beat, I'ma travel that shit, you hear me
On gang
Gon' and fuck these **** up, look 22, I keep it tough
These hollow heads'll eat him up, they fix his face like Nip-Tuck
This shit'll move it when I'm movin' in straight action, ****
I scream, let's do it, the whole gang be off in traffic
****, what's happenin, ****
Shots come out that hooptie, smoke a squad just like a newbie
They say I'm big-headed like Stewie, family guy that took that tool
Still, who's there
Smitty, Glock, Ruger, Kel, Tank, Mack, Drake, damn
A whole lotta guns, a whole lotta rounds, stay in your lane, don't go out of bounds
Might hear the name Steph, he shoot from downtown
I'm smokin' that pressure, 1,200 a pound, call up my partner, you get it right now
Bitch, I got this shit locked, zips off in a Ziploc
Fuck your bitch and Nike flip-flops
I'm gassed up, don't do no pit stops
G-spinnin' and drillin' and killin' these ****
Shine a bomb in heaven, reach for my neck, it's dead lit
In the trap all night with a stick and a pound
Had four zips, gone for the shit touchdown
Had skunk, had lemon, had perp, had earth
Got the OG gas in a hybrid
Back to chill twice, can't hide it
Bitch gon' ask me, did I fart it
Got sticky green with no sticks and seeds
I'm a big smoker, bitch, I love my weed
Yeah, yeah, it's fire
Huh, huh, almighty
I got a whole lot of money, a whole lot of guns
I heard they want smoke, I got somethin' for your lungs
Yeah, smoke party, get it started, we retarded
Yeah, mass up, grab that bank, I'm goin' all in
Yeah, bitch, I am him, big block and I'm handsome
I'm nothin' like your baby daddy, now
I do shit right on the first attempt, murder them
Oh, you heard of him? That's five of them **** go crazy
I be fuckin' they bitches daily
And that's why them little **** hatin
I got a whole lot of haters, and they got bad hoes
I fuck my opps, bitch, you know how that shit go
He text me on some bullshit, I'm still breathin' though
You see me off in traffic and waved out the window
If that's the smoke that's botherin' you, I let the wind blow
She been passed around since old four, and yeen, yeen, no
Ain't competin' with no **** for no project, ho
Written by: DaRell Antwain Adams
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