I Got It (feat. Yowda)

Hook (Big Flock)

Damn, If you need gas then I got it,

If you need xanies I got it,

If you need drank than I got,

Whatever you need fool I got It

I stay with them perks if you pop em

Whatever milligram I got em

I came thru your block with them thirty poppers

He said chill Flock don't kill me you got it

If you need gas then I got it,

If you need xanies I got it,

If you need drank than I got,

Whatever you need fool I got It

I stay with them perks if you pop em

Whatever milligram I got em

I came thru your block with them thirty poppers

He said chill Flock don't kill me you got it

Big Flock (Verse)

If you need work then come shop then,

If you get five or better we locked in,

I'm always in the trap like a lock-in,

Plug got P's for the low then I'm copping

If you need you some speed then got it like sonic

Thirty four for a diddy no deal on the chronic

I can't fuck with electronics

Tools on me like the man that still think I'm bionic

My fool he be booming that rock like comet

If you ain't got no money then don't comment

That thirty could cook a nigga like a omelet,

Molly jamming got them hooked like it's phonics

The junkie he just hit my phone

Said he need stones he know fool got the deal on the onyx

But he saying too much on the horn

He better start talking in codes like his ass know Ebonics

HB The Engineer (Verse)

If you need T up we got it

If need it we can T up your party cye

If you need E then we got it,

Tripping niggas need E then we got cye

Whatever you need then we got it

Benihana chop when it come to product

They wanna turn up Nadi and pop some molly

come on ask me lil momma you know that I got it

Fat Trel (Verse)

Molly I got it, I'm flipping profit I'm smoking exotic I'm serving the party

Popping the choppers don't ride on a Harley my bitch on the way I'm a fuck her for play

Screaming free Flock give a Fuck what you say

Robbing the opps and I'm tripling my commas

Went thru a brick put that shit on my momma

They pray to cllah and I pray to the Lama

Bitch I'm big Gleechy I rep for the worst I'm the new Bradley Beal when I'm shooting It hurt

Stupid you goofy put you in a hearse

I make your mother go make you a shirt

Fifth and the first on the block with the work I got thirties on thirties but these ain't perks

I know you heard me I need me a jersey been balling on bitches I'm Michael I'm Irving

I'm on the phone while I'm serving

I'm getting top while I'm swerving

I got a bitch and she Persian

Pussy get tight as a virgin

Shoot him he tweaking he nervous

Niggas ain't bout it they purpin

Clowns you need a circus

Round I'm a disperse em