Nwigwe, Tobe - No Flockin Flow Lyrics






Kick it, kick it yeah
Get Twisted Sundays
Ain't gon' waste no time, look

This no flockin', this beat rockin'
Southwest raised, G mud still poppin'
The blades still choppin', the babes still boppin'
The rap game look like the new slave auction
Can I get the what? Can I get the who?
I flow for the trigger-happy rappin' jiggaboos
And those that be itchin' to clap back and think it's cool
Who pack a SMG but don't work at the ticket booth
Look, no movie
Real raps in my iTunes, no Uzi
Lowkey, Fat fine, but she pose goofy
I keep flow raw, but it's no sushi
Boy I'm on, wipe me down like the old Boosie
Yeah, show them Sim's pair of shoes
Shoutout Sim, he the coldest with the dance moves
Try love, try God and you can't lose
But chop in, I'm a show you what these hands do
Yeah, young Jerm hit me up, said she movin' down
Used to ride metro but I'm boomin' now
I only rap to keep the ratio of coonin' down
Don't sleep on me, I got no chill
Every beat I'm on, roadkill
God blessed me with Chi like Rotel
'Cause I ride his coattail
Both my partnas still make dope sales
And they be like 'Oh, well'
Rock so much ice, it look like snow fell
And they move it wholesale
Go tell it on the mountain
This weak well to the people pronouncin'
My last name actin' like it's a fountain
Of consonants when they makin' announcements
I'm tired of it, stop it
I do God's work, I'm philanthropic
I keep my bid glistening like a prophet
And Hell, if I ain't the plug then I'm the socket
I swear the whole hood got my back like the chiropractor
'Cause every bar I get it poppin' like a firecracker
I'm tryin' to go from Genesis to the final chapter
So whenever the trumpet blow, I survive the rapture
Yeah, yeah, you catch me hang gliding on clouds
Screaming out 'No diggity, no doubt'
Elohim next to me lookin' Hennessy brown, we both jiggin'
That's why I'm married to the game, I ain't know different
Used to dream about the slab with the fo's tippin'
Back when Twista and Do or Die had me Po' Pimpin'
Every bar guava, you could see the flow drippin'
Yeah, don't touch my drip, let it marinate
That's why I'm good in every hood like a pair of J's
It's the reason every track I'm on, I defecate
Prayer line 5: 30 just to meditate
Me and Fat lowkey lookin' for a wedding date
I swear I rap for every Piru and Hoover tryin' to maneuver
Around the barricade at the pearly gates
Let a sin never rest, need a rest haven
Keep it movin', never worry about the steps taken
I give middle fingers to Satan wrestling with God
Demanding every ounce of favor he used to bless Jacob
I'm gone





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  1. N.... ....

    Ouu 🙏🏽

  2. B.... H....

    Holy Spirit riding all these beats!!!

  3. B.... H....

    Dude so cold! I wanna buy all of his songs on iTunes

  4. S.... M....

    'Middle finger to SATAN...I'm wrestling with GOD demanding every ounce of FAVOR he used to Bless Jacob'!!!! Felt that one in my Soul!!!

  5. k.... ....

    Still my favorite song

  6. s.... o....

    Dat Boi said "he does GOD'S work".
    Ouuuuuuuuu Weeeeeeeee!!!

  7. H.... ....

    The Israelites are negroes Daniel 10:  5Then I lifted up mine eyes, and looked, and behold a certain man clothed in linen, whose loins were girded with fine gold of Uphaz: 6His body also was like the beryl, and his face as the appearance of lightning, and his eyes as lamps of fire, and his arms and his feet like in colour to 👉polished brass👈, and the voice of his words like the voice of a multitude

    Rev 1: 14His head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and his eyes were as a flame of fire; 15👉And his feet like unto fine brass, as if they burned in a furnace👈; and his voice as the sound of many waters.

    Paul, Joeseph and Moses mistaken for Egyptian men who are black people.


    songs of Solomon 1:5 I am 👉black👈, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of 👉Kedar👈, as the curtains of Solomon.
    6 Look not upon me, because I am  👉black👈, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.

    Job 30:30  My skin is 👉black👈 upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

  8. E.... B....

    love you two

  9. G.... M....

    Such fire.

  10. B.... G....

    Whoever disliked this is a clown! Straight 🔥🔥 🔥🔥 🔥 lit!!!

  11. J.... ....

    god I love showing people your music.

  12. L.... A....

    You have so much fire #volcano🔥🔥🔥

  13. D.... ....

    i'm on before the blow up. let's get it!

  14. O.... W....

    Man, this may be my favorite one!

  15. K.... S....

    This guy beast bruh

  16. M.... M....

    Keep grinding bruh. Yo flow hella cold

  17. S.... ....

    mane hold up Alief
    🔥 🔥 🔥🔥🔥
    🔥 🔥 🔥
    🔥🔥 🔥 🔥 #SNKRLOG

  18. J.... S....

    ❤️🧚🏽‍♀️🙏🏽🙏🏽

  19. J.... ....

    Hey Tobe! I would appreciate if you would STOP SLAYING MY LIFE WITH YOUR LYRICS! This was wrapped in the word and pure fire. Well done!

  20. R.... H....

    Crazy versatility.

  21. L.... M....

    I am trying to go from Genesis to the final chapter so whenever the trumpet blows I can survive the rapture. Stay Blessed in Jesus name, Amen!

  22. K.... S....

    Nice shit dope

  23. S.... H....

    Love from Joburg push your raps

  24. w.... ....

    So glad I stumbled across this. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

    w.... ....

    westernchica12 same!!!

  25. J.... C....

    #phenomenal

  26. M.... Y....

    Love it ❤️🔥🔥

  27. O.... C....

    @tobenwigweThis so dang-on 🔥 fam. My goodness!!! Bro!

  28. B.... ....

    I'm a fan for life this Dude Spitting that Lava 🔥

    B.... ....

    Charles Joseph PURE LAVA MY G

  29. P.... W....

    Elohim sitting next to me looking Hennessy brown 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

    P.... W....

    fire!!!

  30. X.... X....

    Lowkey this is what the game needed ! To wavy 🙌🏽

  31. E.... ....

    Lit bru fr man

  32. D.... W....

    Ewwwwww!!!!! Why did you beat the beat up like that ???? Good work my g ! ✊🏽✊🏽

  33. A.... G....

    Killed It!! best one yet #gettwistedsunday