Lyrics:
SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets just G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby Nitty
My Maybach cost 2 chickens
you ain't got one? Don't talk my
phone jumping criss cross ring ring
Jumping like hopscotch, got the block hot, trust no opp
Always stay silent to ah cop
Shhhh
Jump in yah hoe cause
speak on me, Iil' 3, I creep
Then knock they lips off
Get over tonight, yo, we gon' pull up on 'em
Nigga, cut the lights off
Pull up on they corner
walkin' by
Just got a bottle of wine..
I was just walkin' by
and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled
(And that was it.) I don't know?
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
know that them niggas can't fu*k with us
See we was just riding the Marta bus
Now we jump off of the tour bus
Hell nawl it's not 4 it's just 3 of us
chop hot like a toaster
Skirt testarosa don't sip no mamosa
Flip Motorola got bands like a
Flip Motorola got bands like professor
I entertain her but Not
up, like a tank of propane
They say we ain't strapped, they lied to ya
They say Flip ain't from Cloverland, they lied to ya
We got the mansion,n three
I been on a wave they can't stop it
Cut off the toxic, I get the check then I'm gone
Just watch how a mf pop it, then be the topic
Plot for the top
Three's up where ya stand nigga
Keep beating the fuck outta rap beats
Hope These lil niggas gotta plan
Aye
Clouds back overcast
Here to stay ain't no
through the bible (Whoa)
Catch me in Paris standing on the Eiffel
C3 4matic Benz coupe flyer (Fresh)
Just a lil sample need it I'm supplier (Aye yea)
Roll
the philly mob we in
Weak hearts, yo we not them
Waddup nigga T3 nigga bahtem
When the M-Ill get home we're gonna win
First one to fall cats with no chin
on a nigga, might think I'm a Crip
Catch 'em lackin', I'm uppin' that bitch off the hip
Throwin' fours 'til I die, nigga, shoutout to Flip (shoutout to Flip
(Jump off) Timbo and Joey Crack about to flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, oh
Get up, get get, get down
You
was rated P.G.
Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down
Take me to, Ghost here they come now!
Er! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch,
like shaq (Gimmie Det)
So Imma Thug It By Myself Dets Det
Krismas money went straight to da pack (Fuck)
Made a band had ta bring 4 back
Flip Da Lil Band
of yall gone leave with me
I can't keep you round no, I know that you for the streets
I'm with gang, so bring ya girls, you know we flip em by the 3
Lil hoe
and lean til that mutha fucka flip
And every club in Cali crackin' its gangsta town
Keep a couple of niggaz with me that'll bang you down
Now lil mama put
of the drug dealers (hitters)
We in the section, we plottin' on takin' your chain
When you leave out the club, nigga (stick 'em)
Show no mercy like a 'lago
four, man jump out, one by one
Hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one
Now I hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one
Hop out
know some hoes slutty
I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playing rugby
I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me
Jump European, came clean
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)
Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)
Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)
Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
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