Flip Flop

And if the beat live, you know LilJu made it

Behind this smile, I'm fighting these tears
'Cause a bitch be sad as fuck (yeah)
Ever since my mama died 2019, I don't really know who I could trust
I was looking for anything, anybody
Looking for something to feel like something (like something)
I was hanging with bitches I thought really loved me
Whole time they was jealous and judgin' (ooh)

They be askin' why me and not them
Shit, and I be askin' the same (same)
If your mama and daddy still walkin' this earth
Then you probably ain't feelin' my pain (feelin' my pain)
I don't know why they want me to fail (yeah)
I don't know why the hate me so much (why?)
I keep rackin' up all of these wins and awards
And feel like I ain't doin' enough (like I ain't doin' enough)

Tick (tick) tock (tock), but it don't stop (stop)
Your people ain't your people, they want what you got (they want what you got)
Flip (flip) flop (flop), lonely at the top (top, top)
Everybody wasn't meant to get off at your stop (at your stop)
Tick (tick) tock (tock), but it don't stop (stop)
Your people ain't your people, they want what you got (they want what you got)
Flip (flip) flop (flop), lonely at the top (top, top)
Everybody wasn't meant to get off at your stop (at your stop, ayy)

Man, I came out wreckin' these hoes
Been on top of bitches, now the bitches wanna beef (hmm)
Let's be real, y'all hoes weren't talking that pimp shit
'Til y'all start listenin' to me ('til y'all start listenin' to me)
Since you in my business, this my trick
Find me a sucker, I'll hit me a lick
That's yo' business, if you wanna go fuck these niggas
And still be broke and a bitch

I can't relate to these bitches (nope)
And I'm realer than most of these niggas (ah!)
The shit I be doin', the way I be livin'
They use for aesthetics and pictures
The loudest is never the realist
And the realist ain't speakin' on nothin' (hm)
All them quotes you post be about you, bitch
I don't know who you think you be subbin' (yeah)

Tick (tick) tock (tock), but it don't stop (stop)
Your people ain't your people, they want what you got (they want what you got)
Flip (flip) flop (flop), lonely at the top (top, top)
Everybody wasn't meant to get off at your stop (at your stop)
Tick (tick) tock (tock), but it don't stop (stop)
Your people ain't your people, they want what you got (they want what you got)
Flip (flip) flop (flop), lonely at the top (top, top)
Everybody wasn't meant to get off at your stop (at your stop)



Credits
Writer(s): Megan J. Pete, Julian Martrel Mason, William A. Jr. Aquart, Kelton Lanier Ii Scott, Walter Scott Jr., Lloyd Turner, Arthur Timothy Hoyle, Kelvin Bradshaw
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