Lyrics:
cell, we call him Mr. Flippa' Pack
Ayy, catch that nigga at the store, that nigga runnin' four-flat
Ayy, cut my phone on airplane mode, I don't wanna
up In the skys from what she do
She a lil insecure but I don't care Because I love you
It's like we be on too different Roads still want the same
this a big gun
He must be scared as hell you see the way the lil boy run, and run, and run.
K2 runnin after people and he do it all for fun
Im Mr. Piss
fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped
Out of high school
Stereotypes
Mimosa give a toast cus you can keep the OJ
Take you to a wing stop and we can drink some rozay
I won't kill no white hoe so I don't drink no OJ
a white cup in my hand, we might toast
I got Hump I got Redd to the side, we'll chunk it up
Uh ain't no drank in the cup, 'cause I done already drunk it
her)
I just removed her, lil baddie gone ain't no returning
Js by the sixes, ain't no returning (J's by the sixes yeah)
Got me too high ain't no
go and make a pose
Make sure that it's good I'll make him an Instagram post
Listen up got to make a toast
Going up yea I been on a roll
Look at my
a mile away
I ain't into switching lanes
I'm Mr. Been that nigga way before the fame
Woooooo
Who you
Where you been
What's next
Who yo friend
Can I
Play
it
Shooting at the sky, aim at the stars 'cause that's where we going
Lil' bro tripping off that drank, said he need potion
I upped like twenty racks
They say it's suicide, as if it's do or die
And when I smoke and fly, high above polluted skies
Wondering who am I? Open my eyes, and I
out in Socrates' streets
Chest high talkin' wild 'bout how he was the one
'Til he learned, and got burned by the Goddamn sun
So the moral
Yep [Trina]
G's up [Lil Scarppy]
Im back [Trina]
Trina trina [Lil Scrappy]
That's Right [Trina]
I done stepped my game up and sexed my frame up
today, mine could be so good.
I look into the sky, your waves rush by,
The weather man has lied, it makes me cry.
Hello Mr. Radio, do I disturb
Hey lil mama
You got me stressed out
We were fine
What is this all about
I'm telling the truth
You dont have to shout ay
Look at us now
Were
Scrape the weed into a pile
Stack the money by the letter
I had fucked up my first flip but progressively I got better
Now I'm gettin it flippin
a fly guy call me mr sky high bitch
See me drive by murder in the night
Lil bitch
I don't lie I vibe then I call it how it is
If I die then it's fucking
Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game
I cut short any whisper that endanger my name
I hold toasts on both coasts, not for no joke
I'm known in
Hook
Rap fiend
got me hooked ima track fiend
Rapping laps around cats
Like a track meet
I'm 1st place
how u think u gone catch me
Tef-Lon or Mr
I ain't Morgan cannot freeman, leave that lil bitch on the semen
Getting the money I'm eating, my new bitch European
He too funny Mr. Bean, off
Riding through the city by myself
Had to boss up on my wealth
Gotta go strong for my health
You say you my kin but show no help
I been going through
When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack
gotta' get this shit by any means ain't no option
Kai be lazy off that wocky that's why he always be nodding
I got me a thick lil' bitch I told her make it
the best, the best)
Smoke signal in the sky like Verizon wireless
A nice environment, surprised entirely
Hypnotized by the sound I surround
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