Lyrics:
Geeking with my niggas we rolling
We stick to a code, never folding
From that ground to the top where I'm going
Sitting by water I'm just watching the moon
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
We don't need that, we don't need that
What you need come and get it from me
I got that white and that grass
I'm from where fiends get they check
(You don't like the ghetto, everyone knows the ghetto, it in every hood)
[Lil' Flip]
From my block to your block, ha ha, this for tha streets, ha
got the shit on go
I got the shit the' niggas pay for
I got some shit named get back
Find out where ya crib at, we ain't renovating but muhfucker I flip
years old brought it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this
[Hook 1]
the world was sucka free, it just be me and my niggaz left
I ain't neva scared, I got big hammers everywhere
In places where you need yo passport at, I'm
ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup
I'm a triple O.G., S.U.C. nigga what
(It's Lil' O Homie) now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles
warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll f- flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll fuckin' flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in
this grill
If I'm hungry you losing your meal
No you can't stay at the crib lil' bitch
You better go 'head get a uber for real
And you been talkin real
[Chorus: Tray Deee]
I'm tired of that punk shit
Where niggaz claim to done, where they from and who run shit
I bang it to the tip-top
Can't stop,
We gone flip yeah
Take my skills we gone flip em into bills
Fuck a pill, bitch I'm chasing all the mills
By the end bitch my life will be a film
We
carpet on y'all bitch asses.
Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay.
Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family. Recognize royalty
when you
' Flipper, oh no
[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
I'm stackin' my dough, it's 2:00 o'clock after the show
I ain't got a parkin' lot pimp to snatch me a hoe
I just
give me neck
Motherfuckin' chop it all off, I chop the head
Coming for the top, lil' bitch, I'm coming for they neck
You don't be inside
cops
See that shine from my wrist to my neck is all rocks
Gucci flip flops with Louis Vuitton socks
Li-Listen lil bitch we don't fuck with small talk
We
on TV"
One night, Meek and I meet up at a
Seafood restaurant not far from his hotel
Where we are joined at the
Last minute by Rick Ross
His longtime
Shit we got to be there by the morning
Aye you got the bags
Oh yeah for sure
Load up
Oh you ready to take off
About to be a long night (GO)
I'm
flip my middle finga, I'm chillin on twenty million.
Da rumors turn me on I'm masterbatin at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop.
a chop it, got to flip it
Know I'm a blockin' that Rocky in the village
I'm writin' raps either flippin' his crack or real niggas
Where the fuck is you
by me, I want a lil' face
Think about it, I don't want relations with the lil' skank
Not Tay-K but I'm on the race
Big desert eagle, keep it on my
it on me
I want it I'm on it, I'm on it
By the way she lookin at me
I want her from dawn until mornin
cnyway she wanna have it
I want it I'm on it,
it, my shit is gigantic
It's big as the fuckin' Atlantic, I'm lit, bitch
This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter brick
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