FLIPPING THE SCRIPT Lyrics

(Money, we got it)

Haha

Let's go

(Bots did it again)

Chops on chops on chops

We probably spinnin' a block

I sell a bird, it ain't been in a flock

Yeah, we got sticks on sticks

Heard that she broke, then we offer to fix

I probably blew it, forgot 'cause I'm rich

He steady hiding, he ratting 'n shit

I'm in the club, got my ratchet 'n shit

You know we packing the stick

I pull it out, I ain't sending a hit

I pull it out, I ain't sending a kick

This one it change when I'm flipping the switch

Yeah she wit' me, we be flipping the script

Too many clowns, I ain't fucking wit' it

Too many hoes, probably fucking your bitch, ha

(Haha)

One fifty inside of my box drum

If we pullin' up, guarantee that we pop sum'

No bulletproof whip, we outside of the car

We walk up on 'em, we ain't tryna shoot far

This one my baby, pulled up with the Scar

Too many shots, I ain't been in a bar

Too many racks, probably never go major

I hit that bitch, I ain't seeing her later

Told her to come, just to do me a favor

Then she back to the streets, they don't call me the savior

They don't call me the hero

If I'm in the place, then you seeing dinero

Heard that he fuck with the Bureau

I hit the plug with a euro

I walk out the bank, with commas and zeros

How much in the bag? We don't really do guessin'

Reach for it, we gone' reach for the weapon

This ARP wit' me, gone' clear up the tension

No regular clip, had to add an extension

Shots out the AK, boost my adrenaline

I was lit when I hit, now I can't even remember it

How they fuck wit' you only for benefits?

How did I hit? And she told you she celibate

Ha

Facts

My life is all tryna cash out

Don't try to pull up while we pulling' cash out

Don't look at me wrong, 'cause we probably gone' spazz out

My new choppa Russian, from Vladimir Putin

I can not wait to go shoot it

She was with me, she ain't sleep you stupid

He was talkin' that shit, guess now he muted

Shh

Chops on chops on chops

We probably spinnin' a block

I sell a bird, it ain't been in a flock

Yeah, we got sticks on sticks

Heard that she broke, then we offer to fix

I probably blew it, forgot 'cause I'm rich

He steady hiding, he ratting 'n shit

I'm in the club, got my ratchet 'n shit

You know we packing the stick

I pull it out, I ain't sending a hit

I pull it out, I ain't sending a kick

This one it change when I'm flipping the switch

Yeah she wit' me, we be flipping the script

Too many clowns, I ain't fucking wit' it

Too many hoes, probably fucking your bitch, ha

(Haha)