🎵 300FLOCKA SHOT // by Yus Gz

40 Contributors 300FLOCKA SHOT Lyrics [Intro: Akon & Yus Gz] Hey, ladies, drop it down (Grrah, like), just wanna see you touch the ground (Baow, baow) Don't be shy, girl, go bananza (Grrah, like), shake your body like a belly dancer (Every opp shot) (Hey, Josh, you crazy) Hey, ladies, drop it down (Everything dead), just wanna see you touch the ground (Grrah-grrah, 300K) Don't be shy, girl, go bananza, shake your body like a belly dancer (Grrah, grrah, baow-baow) [Chorus: Yus Gz & Akon] Like, na-na-nah, okay, they can link with the Flockas African boy, tryna catch me a Rasta Sheemy got ripped, ain't do shit, he a hopper (He a what?) Blockwork, that boy be on dick, he a copper (Baow-baow) Pop out at dark, I see 300, flock 'em Berry got hit and he (touch the ground), shh Like, free Squeeze, Mr. Hop Out And Pop Ain't no hangin' out windows (Baow-baow), we gon' hop out and flock 'em (Like, what?) [Verse 1: Yus Gz & Akon] Like, on a revel or a Lyft (Or a what?) Brodie gon' flick on the beam wit' the switch Like, fuck Crips, no, they never on shit (Like, what?) Charlie did bad, he went out on the strip (On the strip) Th-Th-They don't do shit, they did bad on a hit (On a what?) 5th to the Sev, all that shit to my dick (Shit to my dick) Like, JB should've ran like Rick (Like, what?) Chase, you a bitch, you just runnin' your lips (Runnin' your—) Big 4.3 kick, watch how he spliff Spin through the Six, I'm like, "There go the 'Rips" Ch-Charlie, Zay, Nazzy, Chris Can't forget about shh, he got beat with a stick (Beat with a stick) Free Thunder Bklu, how the fuck did you trip? Bob-Bobby a bitch and he— (touch the ground), ground Like, if I was you, bitch, I would've been sick (Like) Get too close, that's on bro, I'ma click Ooter go ku, I know brodie gon' blitz Come out the crib and he (touch the ground) Like, with the deuce, get to throwin' like Wick (Like) Br-Bro caught a opp, got 'em duckin' like Rip (Grrah-grrah) Like, don't run, don't trip (Don't trip, don't trip) Bi-Bi-Big 25th, got a kick (Got a kick) Like, spot a Flocka, I bet he dismissed (Like, what?) Watchin' the drip, better get off my dick (Baow-baow) Spin through the Mitch, like, throw six (Throw what?) Sixteen in the clip, throw eight in that bitch Like, try to what? I'm the one on the list (Grrah-grrah) New chop got a kick, throw three at the whip Scottie2Hottie gon' slide with the stick Like, she keep fitzin', knocker got a kick Spin through the Mitch, I'm like, "There go that bitch" (Like, what?) If she see Winter, knock her out the kicks (Knock her out) Boo-Boom on a bitch, anybody get hit (Like, what?) If he 280 Crip then he (touch the ground) (280 dead) I don't got opps, all these niggas dismissed (Like, what?) Dougie got shot, like, I know he was sick (Know he was sick) [Verse 2: Nesty Floxks, Akon & Sha Gz] Kid Dixe in the air (He dead), so stop it (Fuckin' dead) To the opps who drop it, not it (Do not drop it) Me and Melly G tryna see who's about it (Grrah) He was talkin' on Rah, so I shot it (Like, E4Rah) Like, bro it's the Makks, so I copped me a rocket (E4Rah) Can't stop for no cops, I ain't droppin' it (Suck my dick) On the Sev, yeah, I'm flockin' it (I'm flockin' it) Shorty ain't droppin' no pole, she moppin' it (Grrah, grrah) Fuck with my Ts, but 300K, we ain't squashin' it (Like, what?) Two deep, me and Sha, we poppin' shit (Ah) Bro came home and free Wunna, he takin' it (Like, ah) Bad lil' bitch, light-skin, and she shakin' it (Suck my dick) He got shot in his leg, tryna fake it Oh well (Grrah), free Jay Spot (Baow) If he catch him a opp in the South, see his Brady shit (Grrah-grrah, boom) Fuck Lil' Naz, got hit in his brains and shit (Grrah-grrah, boom) He dead, smoke Berry (Berry) They fled in a hurry Bitch, I'm a demon shootin' like I'm Curry Goin' a hundred miles, feelin' sturdy (Grrah-grrah) Big DieRey, I ain't showin' no mercy (I ain't showin' a thing) Diddy got flocked (touch the ground) Pop me a Yellow, that's Perky (Grrah) Pour me an eight of the Wock', that's dirty (Grrah-grrah, boom) [Verse 3: Sha Gz] Oh, he tryna talk on my block? (Pussy, suck my dick) Ask what we do when we bend on the Flocks (DOAK) If he trip, he get shot E-EBK, EBS, bitch we on hots (We on hots) If it's lit, we got knocks (Grrah-grrah) You know when he dead when his whole body drop We take trips, to the opps Fu-Fuck EK, we still smokin' his pops Oh, he tryna act tough, like he won't get packed up? (Grrah-grrah) With the Whoopty, he screamin' out, "Hats up" Rippy got killed he was lookin' for back up, like (Rippy) Fu-Fuck a party, that shit gettin' clapped up Fuckin' lil' Tiny, tell her, "Throw her ass up" (Done wit' the thot) Ain't no recognition when I'm masked up Bitch, I'm with Nesty, throwin' like the Packers [Chorus: Yus Gz & Akon] Na-Na-Na-Nah, okay, they can link with the Flockas (Link with the—) African boy, tryna catch me a Rasta (Tryna catch me a Rasta) Sheemy got ripped, ain't do shit, he a hopper (He a what?) Blockwork, that boy be on dick, he a copper Pop out at dark, I see 300, flock 'em (300K) Berry got hit and he (touch the ground) Like, free Squeeze, Mr. Hop Out And Pop Ain't no hangin' out windows, we gon' hop out and flock 'em [Outro: Akon] Hey ladies drop it down, just wanna see you touch the ground Don't be shy, girl go bananza, shake your body like a belly dancer