Flip Flops Lyrics

I just got the cash they want but they can't get it off

And they be dissin' for no reason on that Rick Ross

40 pick you off, it's gettin' pissed off

Shawty got a big ol' booty, put it on my face now

I'm gon' fuck on your bitch in some flip-flops

Gucci bucket hat, lil' bitch, this ain't no wristwatch

And they be shootin' in that field like Kyle Rittenhouse

I just hit that Juice WRLD dance, gettin' bricks off

Got a big ass closet with no clothes in it

Choppa from the side of town that got no gold in it

My new bitch a brand new Lambo, yours a turn signal

Takin' turns wishin' that her heart got chrome in it

(Okay, okay)

Producin' is the way to go and one day I'm gon' cash out

Baby girl, this isn't fun, hopin' I don't pass out

Follow me on this journey, together we gon' crash out

We can go to the, go to the, go to the, go to the, go to the, go to the stackhouse

Breakin' bad, crack house, I'll make you mad, laugh loud

Take the tag right off of Ksube, it makes me sad now

What we smokin'? Gas loud, Minnesota, time out

Justin Jefferson, I'm in the end zone for the touchdown

I just got the pack, got the pack, got the mail

They be walkin' while they walkin' like a fuckin' snail

I be winnin', winnin', winnin', with a smile on my face

All these pussy-ass bitches need to get out the way

I just got the cash they want but they can't get it off

And they be dissin' for no reason on that Rick Ross

40 pick you off, it's gettin' pissed off

Shawty got a big ol' booty, put it on my face now

I'm gon' fuck on your bitch, it's some flip-flops

Gucci bucket hat, lil' bitch, this ain't no wristwatch

And they be shootin' in that field, Kyle Rittenhouse

I just hit that Juice WRLD dance, gettin' bricks off