Flocky Flocky (feat. Travis Scott) (Explicit)

Song: Flocky Flocky (feat. Travis Scott) (Explicit)

Artist: Don Toliver

Lyrics: Dez Wright, Cardo, MU Lean, Travis Scott & Don Toliver

Composed: MU Lean, Cardo & Dez Wright

Two cups man

Tasting cotton candy, hit the gas, oh

I'm doin' a hundred I ain't see the dash, oh

I count my blessings, know I'm movin' fast

I pull up there with M's, I'm back on whenever

Got a flight in the morning, a flight to New Orleans

I'll be back in the morning

I'll be back in the morning

She steady tweakin' off whatever you call it

She flocky flocky, I'm whatever you call it (Yeah)

Go sell your stuff but I won't leave til' the mornin'

Señorita got me goin' and goin' (Yeah)

You got a lot of questions

I got hella answers for you

Movin' in silence

Got me movin' careful

Got me movin' together

You wasn't there for me

Girl, if you love me don't stare at me

Yeah

Tasting cotton candy, hit the gas, oh

I'm doin' a hundred I ain't see the dash, oh

I got my blessings, know I'm movin' fast

Yeah (Woo)

Blessings on blessings, I'm drownin' all in 'em, I'm havin' a scoop (Yeah)

Top of the top and I'm leadin' the chart 'cause I'm still off the boo, uh (Let's go)

Yeah, you walk away in shake, them macarenas (Cha-cha)

I took her far away, to Lithuania (It's lit)

I keep a place to bait, to tune your brain up (Uh)

She stuff her face in cake, no way it's- (Safe)

She said "Yo where's the safe"

Glocks and handles (Alright)

Glocks and Cougars

Got guns, now you tucked

Lockin' that juicer

Lawyers and shooters

Are they gon' prove stuff? Right from my two, yeah

It's in my hanister (Yeah), I ain't a rooster

I fucked and hit the dash, yeah, I'm changin' routes, yeah (Straight up)

She left in my tracksuit and my one's, I gave her new bucks

Bought a pint with the EDD, I swear you doin' too much

Tasting cotton candy, hit the gas, oh

I'm doin' a hundred I ain't see the dash, oh

I count my blessings, know I'm movin' fast

I pull up there with M's (Skrt), I'm back on whenever

Got a flight in the morning, a flight to New Orleans (Yeah)

I'll be back in the morning (Yeah-yuh)

I'll be back in the morning

She steady tweakin' off whatever you call it (Tweak, tweak)

She flocky flocky, I'm whatever you call it (Yeah)

Go sell your stuff but I won't leave til' the mornin'