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)