No Flockin’ lyrics

[Verse]
All these rap b*tches love to talk hot sh*t
Rap about guns to impress these n*ggas
Put my peace on a beat then arrest these n*ggas
Put my pen to the paper then I check these n*ggas (Check these n*ggas)
Throw the heels on and seduce that boy
I’on think he knew he could make that noise
Tell your b*tch calm down, don’t go so hard
Spit my verse how I sip my oil
Real slow (Yeah), so smooth (Yeah)
They put the mic in my hand 'cause they know what I'ma do
Skip to the end 'cause they already knew
When I came in the game you was already through (Already through)
I’m the real H-Town Hottie
All these other b*tches moving way too sloppy
Never gettin' better, you’ll forever be a copy
I like to get nasty then I like to rap about it (Ahh)
I love gettin' money so I had to trap about it
Then I got up in the booth and ain’t a f*cking doubt about it
I’m the coldest rap b*tch out the H, really poppin'
And I’m from the south side so I better rock a body
Runnin' circles 'round a b*tch like a motherf*ckin Audi
And he licked me in the middle so I let him call me Lolly (Lolly)
A lot of these hoes got me yawning (Yawning)
She don’t like me 'cause I prolly
Made a fan out her baby daddy
When he hit you from the back
He be thinkin' 'bout the Stalli— (Thinkin' 'bout the Stalli) —ion
Make him eat it in till it’s glistening
Like my rock or the c*ck when I get on top
He being good like a n*gga tryna get off lock
We bleedin' blocks for my n*ggas, ain’t working the clock
He think he cool, give a f*ck if he speakin' or not
I rub my pus*y on your mouth and tie your tongue in a knot
n*ggas better say my name like Beyoncé
b*tches can’t keep up like I’m Usain
You was number one fan, he my groupie
Got the n*gga goin' crazy like he Lupe
I put my booty on his face, he a headass
He said he finna kill my pus*y, he was deadass
And when he hit it with Thee Stallion, n*gga fell fast
He tried to lock it but I got it out of jail free
And he gon' do what I say like he Jeffrey (Jeffrey)
I got dumb ass like my name Hillary (Hillary)
And n*ggas can’t touch this but they feelin' me (Feelin' me)
And when these b*tches gon' learn? Ain’t no killing me
I bring it back, back, back like a trilogy (Trilogy)
I love Pimp C 'cause I got trill in me (Trill in me)
I turn my phone off when I’m on that Hennessy
I’ll f*ck around and see a n*gga I'on wanna see
Big ole' ass, love to watch me sit (Watch me sit)
Look back at him while I bounce on the di*k (Bounce on the di*k)
Hands on my waist, tell me "Take that sh*t"
I’on got a problem taking you from your b*tch (You from your b*tch)
Know her ass don’t clap like this
I bet her pus*y don’t grip like mine
She a cute girl but she ain’t this fine
I’on jaw jack, don’t waste my time