
Flip The Boat Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Why your pockets not eatin'
Mrs. Puff never passed me, bitch
Damn, aye
Your pockets never eatin', now they sick and broke
I ain't talkin' ink, but we hit him with a stick and poke
Mrs. Puff never passed me, I always flipped the boat
Three-five of the magic mushies, I'ma trip then float
Earth, smoke, fire drip on me, I'm all elements
Unkie sellin' rock, what you need? He got all sediments
Askin' if I'm sippin' coffee, ain't the red evident
Hate the government, but I love them dead presidents
Make the opps group split up like One Direction
If it's up, then it's stuck, something like erection
How you plugged in when you ain't got no connection
Told a fiend he don't need an 8th, just self-reflection
My house like Home Alone, cause I trap in it
Me and bro on the way to hell, gon' bring a cat in it
Bitch thought it was my dick, but I put the strap in it
Pussy fightin' back, knocked me out, I took a nap in it
Put the heat to his head, make an opp evaporate
Whenever bro chillin' with the bitches, he exaggerate
Finished on my own, and I ain't talkin' masturbate
If she ain't givin' up the head, she get decapitate
Iced out my whole house like an Eskimo
You want a three-five of the extra low
The custy was retarded, so I sold his ass oregano
Had to block a bitch, cause she said we can't have sex no more
Caught you runnin' out the whip like Jay-Easy
Unkie scalin' out a zip, think the play greasy
I ain't got time for you hoes, my bae need me
Always keep my eye out for the snakes, cause they sleazy
Made the 16 touchdown like Joe Montana
Give a bitch 13 reasons why, like she Hannah
Asked Santa, do you want some cookies, tropicana
Told Granny she in danger, scammer propaganda
Ha, shit, where the Bin Reaper
Made my opps start runnin' like a gym teacher
Bape hoodie on me, shark head, you should swim deeper
We only smoke exotic here, you a trim keeper
Said you was servin' bricks, yea brick weed
You what a bitch don't want, I'm what a chick need
She gave me nasty head, it made my dick bleed
Not a baller, lucky if you make the sixth seed
I don't wanna pour it up, if it's not red
Told bro, I'ma keep on sippin' till I drop dead
Bitch threw my weed out, she mad that I'm a pothead
I could never run away, even though I got legs
Yo chop never wakin' up, it got glaucoma
Bitch sent me pics butt naked with just socks on her
Bitch started actin' up, I got the drop on her
She started actin' like a pig, I put the slop on her