Quickflip
Yea aye
Yea illest
Yea illest
Yea illest
Look
Look
Yea
Illest flow shit
Woah
Illest flow nigga
Stuffy nose sick
Wit a gucci napkin nigga
Coughin coughin
On these lames
Call a medic for the flu
Only rolling wit my niggas
Gang gang dats the crew
Uh
Yea we back in business
Young niggas
Came to finish
Y'all haters
Still hatin
Y'all can wait
Until I finish
Got the kid
Trouble making
They call me
Dennis menace
Shit I'm livin life
In paradise
Like I'm still in Venice
Uh
Yea I'm on vacay
Everyday is pay day
I flip the maserati
I can rip it on the freeway
Still big business
Dollar signs coming my way
Never playing bout my money
Big worm on Friday
Bitches like some groceries
Yea I bag'em up
Boy u needa go an practice
That's a tip
Now bag it up
Yea
Wrap it like burritos
Word to my abuelitos
I count it up in kilos
Then I fold it up to reload
We shootin wit torpedos
Y'all niggas niggas can't defeat those
I'm counting greenbacks
Shit I swear to God I need those
I get it like its nothing
Bitch I drip like swag sauce
Dawg you see I got the juice
Rick ross I'm da boss
Uh
Money lookin good
When I'm shopping
Fuck a cost
All this gold round my neck
Niggas think I'm tryna flex
Shit
I ain't doing nothin
But yo girl tryna text
Yea she keeps her head down
When she ridin in my lex
Yea I'm something like ya teacher
Betta act like this a test
One thing you better learn
You gotta earn my respect nigga
Yea
Look
Look
Flip It
Look
I get it
I flip it
I rip it
You talkin
Fuck all dat bullshit
Nigga keep walking
Gimmie da money
Please quit stallin
Get yo girl
Tell her stop callin
I'm on a mission
Pushing like a transmission
Catch me in the kitchen whippin
These bars is finger licking
Yea I'm cookin up some heat
And my lyrics will defeat
They too hot you can't handle it
Niggas try dismantle it
I'm shining like a light bulb
You are just a candle lit
I'll drown ya damn lyrics
When I throw off the fucking ship
You can not compete
Itzjaleel too elite
Niggas say they coming at me
Til I'm chopping off they feet
So hol up throw ya hands up
Hol up throw ya bands up
Bitch I'm out here grinding
Better get yo damn fans up
Yea ItzJaleel
Yea illest
Yea illest
Yea illest
Look
Look
Yea
Illest flow shit
Woah
Illest flow nigga
Stuffy nose sick
Wit a gucci napkin nigga
Coughin coughin
On these lames
Call a medic for the flu
Only rolling wit my niggas
Gang gang dats the crew
Uh
Yea we back in business
Young niggas
Came to finish
Y'all haters
Still hatin
Y'all can wait
Until I finish
Got the kid
Trouble making
They call me
Dennis menace
Shit I'm livin life
In paradise
Like I'm still in Venice
Uh
Yea I'm on vacay
Everyday is pay day
I flip the maserati
I can rip it on the freeway
Still big business
Dollar signs coming my way
Never playing bout my money
Big worm on Friday
Bitches like some groceries
Yea I bag'em up
Boy u needa go an practice
That's a tip
Now bag it up
Yea
Wrap it like burritos
Word to my abuelitos
I count it up in kilos
Then I fold it up to reload
We shootin wit torpedos
Y'all niggas niggas can't defeat those
I'm counting greenbacks
Shit I swear to God I need those
I get it like its nothing
Bitch I drip like swag sauce
Dawg you see I got the juice
Rick ross I'm da boss
Uh
Money lookin good
When I'm shopping
Fuck a cost
All this gold round my neck
Niggas think I'm tryna flex
Shit
I ain't doing nothin
But yo girl tryna text
Yea she keeps her head down
When she ridin in my lex
Yea I'm something like ya teacher
Betta act like this a test
One thing you better learn
You gotta earn my respect nigga
Yea
Look
Look
Flip It
Look
I get it
I flip it
I rip it
You talkin
Fuck all dat bullshit
Nigga keep walking
Gimmie da money
Please quit stallin
Get yo girl
Tell her stop callin
I'm on a mission
Pushing like a transmission
Catch me in the kitchen whippin
These bars is finger licking
Yea I'm cookin up some heat
And my lyrics will defeat
They too hot you can't handle it
Niggas try dismantle it
I'm shining like a light bulb
You are just a candle lit
I'll drown ya damn lyrics
When I throw off the fucking ship
You can not compete
Itzjaleel too elite
Niggas say they coming at me
Til I'm chopping off they feet
So hol up throw ya hands up
Hol up throw ya bands up
Bitch I'm out here grinding
Better get yo damn fans up
Yea ItzJaleel
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Writer(s): Itz Jaleel
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