Flodging
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Flodging was released on March 27, 2026 by GoodTalk as a part of the album Flodging - Single
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Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Yavo
Performer
Yaven Malden
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yaven Malden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tav
Producer
Barron Studios - Houston TX
Recording Engineer
Natan Doutt
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Go
(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav)
It's Yaven, ****, ha
The founder, the largest, ****, you know that
Ayy, look
I feel like Jordan in '97, I'm sick of playin' games (I'm sick, the blue game)
Pop up like the candy man, you shouldn't have said my name (Don't do that, pop up)
I took a hundred, got in her back, I broke her bed and frame (I broke it)
I know **** envy, that's why my bullets be on Charlemagne (Be on Charlemagne, let's go)
I know I'm a big ****, but my temper short (My temper little)
She thick as grits, her name Shay, I shot her down like Dor (You quit, you get it?)
Okay, see I got on Chrome glasses like a dork (I'm spiffy, uh-huh)
Back in school, I wanted money, so I didn't play no sports (But baseball)
I don't hoop at all, but somehow I gotta still pull up to court (Still pull up to court)
I drop my nuts, shot at his bitch and it went nothin' but net (Net)
Green beam, I'ma bucket, shit sound like the rec (Shit sound like the rec)
I need an NIL from Nike, ****, 'cause I'm all 'bout my check (I'm all 'bout my check)
Huh, no, this not 2K (Nuh-uh), but I got two grand off this play (Two grand off this—)
****, she took too long to text me back, so I gave her some space (I gave her some space)
****, don't take too long to come outside because I'm not gon' wait (I'm not)
I'm probably thinkin' you tryna set me up and shoot you in your face (Frrt, frrt)
I'ma think you tryna backdoor me and rob me (What?)
**** ran off with a X so I put money on his noggin (Put a X on his head, head's gone)
I ran up my first hundred, sad to say, but I was joggin' (Go, huh)
He told me he was up (Go), his bitch called and said he flyin' (He yap, what?)
Quit flodgin' (Flodgin', cap)
How the hell you havin' pape' and you out here borrowin'? (Cap)
You told her you live in a mansion, but stay in apartments (Big yap)
I ain't gon' lie, lil' bruh-bruh, your ass need to stop that flodgin' (Need to stop it)
**** owe me, now all of a sudden pussy boy got problems (The fuck?) Now he dodgin' (Dodgin')
You can't give him juice, you turn around, they steal your charger (Stealin')
Think that boy the truth, babe, do your research, ****'s flodgin' (Flodign')
He get his clothes at Ross, he post like he in Neiman Marcus (Huh)
That boy so broke, can't buy a Sharpie (That **** broke)
That boy so broke, his ass can't even buy no dro (Huh, **** can't even buy no dro)
If you in the trap sittin' on your ass, you get sent to the store (You get from out the spot)
**** think you 'posed to get 'em bread 'cause they watch you make a loaf (I thought you buy that)
****, a Backwood full of terp or deuce of Tris, it help me cope (Help me vibe)
I get off that liquor a lil' too bad and flash like I'm on dope (Liquor a lil' too bad, flash, flash, I'm bad)
Caramel, petit shit, finger wave, wanna try me like Dej Loaf (These **** wanna try me)
I'm in the shower with this thick-ass bitch, tryna make her drop the soap (Damn, this lil' bitch thick)
Soon as this lil' shit reach, I bet I teach and hit her with a stroke (Teach, beep, yeah, come here)
I ain't been to church in a cool lil' minute, but I hop out like the pope (I hop out like the pope)
And that shit ain't good, I been in this Demon, I think I need to go (I think I need to go, skrrt)
I been in this Hellblazer, lil' black rubber bands, run through them hoes like tailbacks (We done ran through that)
Huh, dog doodoo sittin' in my pants, I know this lil' ho smell that (Oh, I got shit)
I know this lil' ho smell this shit, I hope baby don't think it's me (Don't think it's me)
Been on my shit a good lil' while (A good lil' while), a lil' too much, forgot to pee (Forgot to pee)
I forgot to piss
My lil' homie straight, just know he got the switch (From out the way, you won't)
Don't forget, certain places you can't go because you dropped a diss (You end up in a ditch)
Written by: Yaven Malden


