Z Money, Key Glock, G Herbo - No Floggin lyrics

Herbert Wright III

[Z Money, Key Glock, G Herbo - No Floggin lyrics]

Lil Mexico, yeah, ayo, Mexico, uh huh

There's no flodgin', 80 thousand, damn
I need to stop it
200 grams inside my closet
I ain't even lock it
You can't keep up, lil homie
Don't try to stop it
My diamonds playin' hockey
F&N sit right beside me
Yeah, hop out the vans and
You know foenem slidin'
They say Z Money cook the dope
I do it every time
My wrist froze, it shine, bust it down
Now I can't tell the time
Heard you dropped a dime, little dots
It shot at your eye

Let them bullets fly, no disguise
I'm one of a kind
All my diamonds cryin', hypnotized
You look hard to blind
80 for my time, I ain't lyin'
Look how this shit shine
30 for my smile, I ain't lyin'
Look how this shit shine
Bitch, yeah, I'm on my grind, yeah
That's all the time
Thick ho so fine, had to break her spine
Chopsticks and 45s, better go hide
Young nigga been rich, never had to sign

There's no flodgin', 80 thousand, damn
I need to stop it
200 grams inside my closet
I ain't even lock it
You can't keep up, lil homie
Don't try to stop it
My diamonds playin' hockey
F&N sit right beside me
Yeah, hop out the vans and
You know foenem slidin'
They say Z Money cook the dope
I do it every time
My wrist froze, it shine, bust it down
Now I can't tell the time
Heard you dropped a dime, little dots
It shot at your eye

Uh, uh, see my uncle cookin' dope up
I was just a toddler
Cut the heat off, I had school
We both was boilin' water
Uh, uh, and dropped out of school
But I was still a scholar
Uh, 6am, hopped out Impalas
Shot a boy in collar well respected
Might just slide through your hood
Just to give a holler
And connected, shit'll make your jaw lock
Shout out to the guala
Used to be that nigga, walk up to you like
"Give me a dollar"
Now I got them blocks, my homies distribute
I'm Iguodala and I'm really No Limit, but I
Ain't Mystikal, I ain't rapin', nada
Finger fuck, I rape the chopper, yellow tape
Chalk up your partner
Huh, we was really doin' walkups, huh
So what you doin' all that talk for?
And, bro, you best hope you
Don't fall on the floor
Guarantee you'll never get off of it

There's no flodgin', 80 thousand, damn
I need to stop it
200 grams inside my closet
I ain't even lock it
You can't keep up, lil homie
Don't try to stop it
My diamonds playin' hockey
F&N sit right beside me
Yeah, hop out the vans and
You know foenem slidin'
They say Z Money cook the dope
I do it every time
My wrist froze, it shine, bust it down
Now I can't tell the time
Heard you dropped a dime, little dots
It shot at your eye

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