Meet The Flockers
by YG

Album: My Krazy Life (2014)
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  • First, you find a house and scope it out
    Find a, find a neighborhood
    'Cause they don't believe in bank accounts
    Second, you find a crew and a driver, someone 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
    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) meet the flockers
    Make some noise if you've ever stole something in your life
    (Take money-money, take money-money-money) meet the flockers
    Don't be ashamed, it's okay, man
    (Make money-money, make money-money-money) meet the flockers
    Make some noise if you've ever stole a dollar out your mama's purse
    (Take money-money, take money-money-money)

    Uh, ay, niggas don't know the history 'bout the flock
    Put the flathead in the door, pull it, make it go flock (fast)
    Hit the first drawer, grab a nigga some socks
    That nigga in the car better be listening to that box (for real)
    Ay, I ain't staking out shit (nah)
    Eeny, meeny, miny, moe and ding dong ditch
    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
    Fifty racks, three niggas, sixteen-five a split
    Let some weeks go by, we at the dealership (uh)
    I never took notes, nigga, I need the pink slip
    Hit Icey, macking up for my bullshit
    Spent about ten cash (yup)
    Jumped in the whip and did the whole dash (two hunnid)
    D-loc my nigga my nigga, hit my first lick
    Passed with my niggas ay Writer/s: Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Marquise Newman, Mikely Wilhelm Adam
    Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
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