Flip Shit

Nigga's keep asking shit, nigga's keep talking I don't ask for their two cents Bitch you cheap talking Boy I'm always alert, even when I'm a sleep walking But I'm never sleep walking, cause I'm wide awake Bitch, I'm getting to the money, just text don't call Nigga's fallin' off the top, get a grip, don't fall I'ont ever carry cash, so I make withdraws Like a motherfuckin' lean addict, an they sippin' on qual I done been through the game I done ran through this bitch Like a slut tryna fuck every nigga that there is Nigga's tellin' me to chill, I don't know what the deal is Smokin' in the hills, asking bitches where my meals is Put it on the table, watch a young nigga kill shit Still with my nigga's on some silly ass clique shit Bitch I'm on fire like your thumb made a bic flick Posted with your bitch, thinkin' about making a big flick Hol' up Talk shit bitch Get a big lip, show up Give me four zips, make the shit flip Smoke up Got grams hanging out the tips, big blunts Bitch you smoking trees by the damn limp (Bitch an we smoking trees by the limp) Hol' up Talk shit bitch Get a big lip, show up Give me four zips, make the shit flip Smoke up Got grams hanging out the tips, big blunts Bitch you smoking trees by the damn limp (Bitch an we smoking trees by the limp)