Doin Floccs G Perico

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[Hook]
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?)

[Verse 1]
Insane in my motherfucking 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 fuck 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 fuck up!)
I hang out with the real crips (C-c-c-crip!)
A hundred pounds, vacuum seal, then we sent that shit

[Hook]
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?)