Highstyle

Uhhhh
Yeah
Im flipping often
Aye

I'm flipping often
You doing all that shit talking
Homies come around put you in a coffin
I was in the back
With a big backwood straight coughing
Double cup no Robitussin
Reaching for my chain
Then my homies get to busting
Know where I'm from turned nothing into something
I don't like to get violent was trying to chill at the function
Then you came around talking all that fuck shit
Right about the time the blunt was lit
Now I'm looking round real fucking pissed
Like get ya boy who the fuck is this
Is it cause your bitch looking at my wrist
I aint no superhero I can't save you bitch
I'm made of kryptonite I aint your Clark Kent
Anywhere I'm at know money being made or being spent
If you wanna join the team gotta come and pay this rent
Go on little baby turn your man to a lick
They asking where I learn to pimp
Told em the likes of Don Jaun and Iceberg Slim
But like Snoop I love to stay smoking
About to invest my money in some hemp
She easily left you cause you is a simp
Number one with this freestyling i am him
I'm the Trippy Hippie Cracka
Remember the first time I gotta zip
Remember when my big homie taught me how to flip
Now I'm sitting pretty in my spaceship
Getting high paper planes off this airstrip
I bet you still begging for grams off the zip
Should of just asked would of showed you how to get a grip
You the type to let your blessings slip
Go on a mission come back full clip
Should change your name to diary of a little wimp
A.k.a diary of a little simp
Yeah, you join that label, but they treat you like a temp
I'm independent and I'm in a better whip
Let the Trippy Hippie Cracka teach you how to drip
Won't say no names but your name on every round in this clip



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Writer(s): Jacob Quackenbush
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