Lyrics:
slang!
You know what we really ballin down south and all
Niggas jammin Screw and Swisha House...
(Hook:Big Shasta rp2x)
{Lil'Flip}
Man!...
{Big Shasta
slang!
You know what we really ballin down south and all
Niggas jammin Screw and Swisha House...
(Hook:Big Shasta rp2x)
{Lil'Flip}
Man!...
{Big Shasta
it's gonna come for you)
Dead souls, nigga, this for Wally, Eazy C's Uncle Charlie
Little boo, but God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody
I done
that's why the fuck we went to jail last time man
What the fuck wrong with you man
What the fuck man
Stupid nigga man
Fuck that
Yo, yo yo yo, yo, yo,
right)
It was a mess, all the taxes and accounts (what?)
Checks started to bounce, niggas couldn't by an ounce (hell yeah)
And now that we platinum,
aiming for tops like a B-boy
Listen I just want your ears no Keloid
But we just living too fast
Flip that shit flip it
Flip that shit want you to flip it
on my back
Sending my niggas and goons we know where you at
Had to up score Lil bitch had body
Turn a main bitch to a motherfuckin' thottie
Turn a punk
Set it up then you flip it
And lead by example
And keep a good spirit
I hear it
I know life hard
Can't predict it
Reach for the stars
If you breathing
flip, yeah I got the ripstick
Take a dick pic, shawty gonna miss this
Like Joker, yeah I got my mouth slit
Wasted bitch, I drink that bum shit
Yeah you
to make them sync
Got to go reconnect the bands lil boy got to make them flip
Girl I'm mixing up the potion don't you ask what's in my drink
Needed me some
(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
of the edge (Hehe)
And to whom were gonna miss
'Cause we started off as friends but now you're acting like a bitch
What a pest I could swing it with the best
wear that Savage Fenty set by Rihanna?"
I told him, "Only if you keep on your diamonds"
Hit me at 3 AM swervin', I know we on one
Back door unlocked,
You want my time that shit coming With a rate
They gone hate me when I pull up in A rathe
Hit the gas take that bitch to outta Space
Get it flip it
Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin'
Lil' bad young mothafuckers, gotta love him
You could catch him in his G ride, clutchin' his Glock
play it I'll say it, get the mic and I'll wreck it, them boys be like
Lil' Flip you got so much money, you don't never have to go on naked
Nigga I got
me you miss me,I been gone a lil' minute
Back in the trap, I been gone a lil' minute
Back for the sack, I been gone a lil' minute
Rack after rack, I
did
Never turn my back on FBG, God forbid
Virgil got the Patek on my wrist doing front flips
Giving you my number, but don't hit me on no dumb shit
drove by your baby mama (Yea)
She blew me a kiss
Can't hide that cause we know
We go back like ringtones
From shooting dice on the east coast
To gambling
shots by the crib
Can't miss opportunities we bout a check
Nine to five working and trapping for rent
Came up with my brothers from nothing to something
Right by my side
Mind on my money
Hand right on her thigh
Baby we don't need to keep no secrets
Just me and you while these niggas heated
Why they
the team
We gotta bag to flip
Yeah we stayin too lit
Really doin this shit
Turned dreams to reality
Too high to ever miss
Yeah We stayin too lit
Can’t
hits
Tryna' flip money til I sprain my wrist
Let me get by let me talk my shit
A couple niggas mortgage on my wrist
You gone hear the dial tone calling
you miss this shit,
Ice so cold might make a n***a slip
Life so cold can’t even get a grip,
Cash so tight can’t even get a flip,
N****s ain’t right, so
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