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No Flockin Lyrics


Artist: Kodak Black

 
"No Flockin" by Kodak Black is a track that delves into themes of self-reliance, the pirsuit of success, and the street hustle mentality. It contrasts the artist's journey and achievements with the challenges of maintaining authenticity and navigating relationships in a fast-paced world. The song is recognized for its commentary on the superficial aspects of wealth and status, highlighting Kodak Black's emphasis on staying true to oneself and avoiding those who cannot contribute positively to one's progression​​. The narrative captures Kodak Black's reflections on his experiences with wealth, suxcess, and the dynamics of modern relationships. He discusses the allure of luxury items and the complexities of romantic partnerships, where loyalty and honesty are tested. Kodak Black's lyrical prowess shines as he navigates the highs and lows of his lifestyle, using metaphors like "smoking broccoli" to signify his nonchalant attitude towards societal norms and expectations​​. Additionally, the song's lyrics touch upon the repetitive nature of Kodak's encounters, suggesting a cycle of meeting new people, experiencing brief connections, and then returning to being strangers. This cycle reflects a broader commentary on the disposability of relationships in today's society, where genuine connections are often overshadowed by transient interactions​​. "No Flockin" stands out as an anthem for those who resonate with the hustle of achieving one's dreams while confronting the realities of fleeting relationships and societal pressures. Kodak Black's storytelling invites listeners to reflect on their own journeys and the values that guide them through life's challenges.

No Flockin Lyrics

No Flockin by Kodak Black


Damn, that's so sad
KKK, KKK

Young nigga, I got old cash, spazzin' on they ass
I got Prada on my ho ass, got my last one mad
Pop a nigga like a damn tag, shoppin' on they ass
I just bought a new old Jag, yeah, it's so fast
Smokin' flocka, you a jackass, all I smoke is gas
Don't you ask me where the pole at, where yo' clothes at?
I ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, dammit, but y'all trippin', too
Is it you? Damn, my nigga, what the hell got into you?
Project Baby, y'all was skippin' in the hallway, I was skippin' school
On my Ps and Qs, on them jiggas, call me jiggaboo
Bleedin' concrete, bet you niggas won't come 'cross the street
Pardon me, I don't talk to you so don't you talk to me
I ain't dissin' on nobody, B, I'm vibin' on the beat
Honestly, I'm just tryna be, I just gotta be
Tryin' to get over on anything, they tellin' lies to me
I spent five on my pinky ring, she love my diamond ring
Anyway, I'm married to the game, she said her vows to me
I ain't gettin' on my knees, bae, you bow down to me
You go down for me, you lay down and do the time for me
Sorry, boo, yeah, I lied to you, but don't you lie to me
It's Lil Kodak, the finesse kid, boy, who hot as me?
Told the doctor I'm a healthy kid, I smoke broccoli
I will run around your whole board like Monopoly
Ol' boy, you's a broke boy, flocka's got you beat
Chocolate, call me Reese's, can't catch me without the piece
C'est la vie, I'm ten toes down, you fallin' off your feet
I will trick yo ass for a treat, call it Halloween
Yeah, that money's what I play fo', call it lottery
Goddamn, you's a clown to me, you's a clown to me
You can't smoke no Black & Milds with me, get in the car with me
You a funny guy, don't you even joke around with me
How could it be? Get from 'round a G, you grounded from me
I'm a freeband junkie, you a junkie
You gettin' skinny, I'm gettin' chunky, gettin' money
Want some food? Boy, you hungry, I want them hundreds
Hundreds



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