We Got Flipped
Any nigga feelin' froggy, nigga, go ahead, jump
Niggas tryna ride the wave, they finna get they ship sunk
I don't wanna hear your song, you play that shit that don't bump
When I get up on the beat, you niggas know I get crunk
I'll give yo ass a handout before I give fucks
Don't be tryna call the gang, you finna get your clique jumped
Car boofin' with the smell just like we hit a big skunk
If I throw you in the air, I guarantee you get dunked
I'm goin' deep for the bag like I'm diggin' in a truck
Brodie shootin' everybody, so it's fuck who you came with
Brodie known to get the info, he'll tell you who you bank with
All my niggas eatin' at the table like a banquet
You can't chill on my side, I don't care who you hang with
Nigga twistin' fingers, oh yeah, who you bang with
Niggas say they took an item off me, when you take it
I don't do the cap, don't do bottles like I hate lids
Brodie hands small, but he'll hit you like a tank did
We got every nigga runnin', lookin' somethin' like a track meet
Gang hangin' out the window like a dog in the backseat
Nigga, I ain't playin' with them lazers, can't tag me
If a nigga speakin' bout me on the net, better at me
Caught a nigga speakin' bout me in the field, he can't flag me
All my niggas droppin' bombs, I see bro, he like, frag me
Wait, hold on, like can you grab me
Every time he text a bitch, she like, no, you can't crack me
Bro be clutchin' on them guns, he ain't never pop one
Every time you check the stat sheet, I'm like, top one
Choppa got a neck for the mag, it might top somethin
Flickin' on the opps, with good beam I might crop somethin'
And I'm really cold with it, I just never choose to drop somethin
But I really probably could, huh, show up to your hood, huh
Pull up to your door like
What is good, huh
And I think your bitch a lumberjack, the way she takin' wood, huh
I'm like, nigga, where your mind at? Wishin' for that time back
Lookin' at this ugly nigga, bitch, like, where you find that
Why them niggas never checked into the game like where yo time at
And I'm diggin' in my bag for too long, you can't time that
Niggas tryna ride the wave, they finna get they ship sunk
I don't wanna hear your song, you play that shit that don't bump
When I get up on the beat, you niggas know I get crunk
I'll give yo ass a handout before I give fucks
Don't be tryna call the gang, you finna get your clique jumped
Car boofin' with the smell just like we hit a big skunk
If I throw you in the air, I guarantee you get dunked
I'm goin' deep for the bag like I'm diggin' in a truck
Brodie shootin' everybody, so it's fuck who you came with
Brodie known to get the info, he'll tell you who you bank with
All my niggas eatin' at the table like a banquet
You can't chill on my side, I don't care who you hang with
Nigga twistin' fingers, oh yeah, who you bang with
Niggas say they took an item off me, when you take it
I don't do the cap, don't do bottles like I hate lids
Brodie hands small, but he'll hit you like a tank did
We got every nigga runnin', lookin' somethin' like a track meet
Gang hangin' out the window like a dog in the backseat
Nigga, I ain't playin' with them lazers, can't tag me
If a nigga speakin' bout me on the net, better at me
Caught a nigga speakin' bout me in the field, he can't flag me
All my niggas droppin' bombs, I see bro, he like, frag me
Wait, hold on, like can you grab me
Every time he text a bitch, she like, no, you can't crack me
Bro be clutchin' on them guns, he ain't never pop one
Every time you check the stat sheet, I'm like, top one
Choppa got a neck for the mag, it might top somethin
Flickin' on the opps, with good beam I might crop somethin'
And I'm really cold with it, I just never choose to drop somethin
But I really probably could, huh, show up to your hood, huh
Pull up to your door like
What is good, huh
And I think your bitch a lumberjack, the way she takin' wood, huh
I'm like, nigga, where your mind at? Wishin' for that time back
Lookin' at this ugly nigga, bitch, like, where you find that
Why them niggas never checked into the game like where yo time at
And I'm diggin' in my bag for too long, you can't time that
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Writer(s): Mere Dt
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