English Version
They say birds of a feather, they gon’ flock together (Flock together, brr)
But wait, it’s levels, you ain’t reached this level (You ain’t reached this level, uh-uh)
I’m so high to the point I got propellers (I got propellers)
I’m tryna tell you that I’m up (Up)
Still’ll pull up at any time with my jewelry on in a big truck (Wow, big truck)
Diamonds on my body hittin’ up like the jewelry man put a hit on ’em (Bling)
He ridin’ ’round with a stick on it, but it sound like it’s a switch on it (Frrt)
In the hood in the double-R with my jewelry swingin’ like Big Scarr (Long live Scarr, for real)
I still pull up in thе gang way, I’ma keep it the same way
I’m the samе way, not even a thing changed, not even a thing, for real (Nope)
Face card at least a mill’, can’t cry over spilled milk, eat the cereal
I still ain’t got opps in the ‘vert, take a spin
No tint on the window, you see what I’m sayin’
He can’t get no money, he need him a plan
Throw rocks on my fingers, ain’t hidin’ my hand
He say he want shine, they gave him a tan
Ain’t take much of nothin’, just gave him a van
He come from the mud, that made him a man
They like how I pop it, that made ’em a fan
They like how I rock it, this shit on demand
This watch ’round my hand same price your advance
He not with a band, the drum in his hand
See I’m on the field in the quarterback stand
This get out of pocket, throw work in the van
They know who I am and they know I’m the man
And they know what it is
Got the heat in the party, the blower in here
In a Lamb truck, click it and throw it in gear
In the dark with my diamonds, they know I’m in here (Ice, ice, ice)
They say birds of a feather, they gon’ flock together (Flock together, brr)
But wait, it’s levels, you ain’t reached this level (You ain’t reached this level, uh-uh)
I’m so high to the point I got propellers (I got propellers)
I’m tryna tell you that I’m up (Up)
Still’ll pull up at any time with my jewelry on in a big truck (Wow, big truck)
Diamonds on my body hittin’ up like the jewelry man put a hit on ’em (Bling)
He ridin’ ’round with a stick on it, but it sound like it’s a switch on it (Frrt)
In the hood in the double-R with my jewelry swingin’ like Big Scarr (Long live Scarr, for real)
First off, R.I.P. to Big Scarr (R.I.P.)
I’m ridin’ in a new Lamborghini, but tell the truth, it’s my b*tch car (Wow)
N*ggas be doin’ that big talk, put they numbers up to BigWalk (WalkDog)
They say I only sign demons and I’m a devil, I need a pitchfork (Well, damn)
1017, 111, Trick City to Zone 6
I went from ‘cross the bricks, now my shooters be totin’ legit sticks (Grrah, grrah)
I went gold and platinum, my only goal was to get rich
If you ain’t get it out the mud the way I did, then you won’t feel this (No)
I don’t just talk, I live this, eat, breathe, and shit this
And we don’t shoot civilians, we spare our women and children (True)
I’m ridin’ for these millions, I’m walkin’ down in these billions (Billies)
It’s ain’t personal, it’s not business, get in your bag and not your feelings
It’s Gucci
They say birds of a feather, they gon’ flock together (Flock together, brr)
But wait, it’s levels, you ain’t reached this level (You ain’t reached this level, uh-uh)
I’m so high to the point I got propellers (I got propellers)
I’m tryna tell you that I’m up (Up)
Still’ll pull up at any time with my jewelry on in a big truck (Wow, big truck)
Diamonds on my body hittin’ up like the jewelry man put a hit on ’em (Bling)
He ridin’ ’round with a stick on it, but it sound like it’s a switch on it (Frrt)
In the hood in the double-R with my jewelry swingin’ like Big Scarr (Long live Scarr, for real)
Song : Flock Together
Artist/Singer : BigWalkDog feat. Gucci Mane
Lyrics : Dajour Jamal Walker, Daniel Isaiah Morfin, Radric Davis, and Stefano Rivista
Produced : Hefty Beats and Wavyrivi
Label : Atlantic