Numb / F.L.I.P

Numb:

[Hook]

Shit, now boy you got me to the point where I don't give a fuck

Yeah, I know I was slippin' for a minute

But it's funny cause you trippin' up

And I don't care if niggas getting up

You got me to the point where I don't give a fuck

You could even call my phone but I ain't picking up

Cause I remember I was riding ‘till a nigga caught them flats

Ain’t nobody had my back, lose all my bitches half

And they got me to the point where I don’t give a fuck

[Verse]

Man how it feel to be numb

What, that sound crazy nigga numb is no feelings

I’m so willing to steer these dudes the right way

You know, spread my darkness in a bright way

Looking for a wife hey, it's like I’m tryna find a wife

When every bitch I like seem to be living for them likes

Girl, it’s more than just your insta, that see the bigger picture

Speaking of insta, finna gram with my niggas

Making plans with my niggas

Left my bitch and now it’s no stress

I get to popping, now she watching, that’s my rolex

It’s no rest when you tryna get your name out

Niggas come from nooses, stupid I ain’t tryna hang out

Especially with lame niggas

I paint the picture, dip the brush up in my pain nigga

Yeah bars to you niggas, strip you of your pride

I’m like stars to you niggas

Ain’t a secret on a Sunday, all these bitches get to twerking

And niggas get to searching, but now we call that thirsting

Man I swear twitter turn lyin' into talent

Until then I’m a try and find balance

[Outro]

Shit if I was ever slippin’, know I got up

And niggas keep putting them shots up

But they ‘gon keep breaking and we ‘gon keep laughing

‘Cause they ‘gon keep tripping and we ‘gon sneak past ‘em

Mothafuck ‘em though, it go cut the pussy niggas or you is one

Stingy with the fucks, bro you know I ain’t finna give none

I said you know I ain’t finna give none

F.L.I.P:

[Verse]

Man I’m never simpin’ it’s against the flip laws

Shit bitches deserve to get dogged, just by definition

They seen the hoes taking over, I see less of women

Welcome to Cali, lemme take you on this expidition

This is where niggas mob at, for sure you could get robbed at

A pussy nigga get clapped and we applaud that

Man I’m probably in the hood with a terrible run

Or the same city Harold was from

No disrespect but I don’t care who shot 50

See we was more concerned with who shot Ricky

Boyz N’ The Hood when we was boys in the hood

A nigga snitched and brought the boys to the hood

It’s all bad now, but you could get it if you asked for it

Don’t try to trip without a passport

Man I swear that I’m a present to the street

And never fail, they ain’t 'effing with the beast