Flippn Sh!t Fr Lyrics

Bitch we flipping shit forreal

Broski creeping for that kill

I ain't signing for no deal unless they throw a couple mill

Momma crying, Homie crying nigga dead they gotta deal

And they don't even know his name but he in the war forreal

And if we slide and they not out then I gotta send em back

Niggas threw shots at me so I had to send em back

Shit I might just smoke a opp aye bro let's match

And we just caught a opp in traffic Tahhhh Dahhhh new pack

Ain't do no street shit in they life these niggas bitches

You ever hear that glahh glahh glahh that's them switches

We wrapping niggas in a box like it's Christmas

I can see it in his eyes he ain't wan slide that nigga bitch

Nigga fell up on his face and he start twitching

Momma seen it she start tripping

Now her babyboy missing that's what he get for all that dissing

And Zah hop out he ain't missing he ain't fucking with them switches

You keep flexing for them bitches and we put niggas in them ditches

Aye bro let's sit up on his spot when he come out he got a box

We got a couple drops aye bro let's check em' out

He step outside he gon' see god he keep fucking with the mob

That's how the last nigga died

That's how the last nigga died

Different color lasers on these mops but this ain't call of duty

Glock be talking back she like "I love the way you shoot me"

Bitch be fucking back she like "I love the way you do me"

Bitch start hopping ship but I ain't fucking with no groupies

Told her shake that shit but this bitch started dancing

Hunting all the opps but these niggas start camping

Finger fuck that Glock muscles getting used to tapping

We got the hood trophies we the only slide clapping

See a lot of rappers dissing but these niggas ain't factors

Nigga said ima clown the whole TM full of actors

You ain't nvr slide that gangsta shit don't matter

And Don't try run bullets chase your not faster

We knock a rapper dreads he ain't ducking these

You know flash on the Glock take a picture say cheese

We unlock back doors kick em' down no keys

You ever see two niggas hop out in all black ski's

You know bullets start flying hit whoever no ID's

Got niggas looking tell they ass come find me

Hate for a bitch to die cause she try line me

Hot shit fast but make you dance like Shmurda Bobby