FLIPPING THEM PIES Lyrics

Flippin' them pads, ever since I was five

Ain't no license to drive, but I'm always ready to ride

We never played hide and seek, to see your niggas who hide

Cut the chop with the bass, all the truth from the last

Go get a group of your guys, just some goofy surprise

They drum rollin' with some souls inside to switch sides

Whether you 5'6", a big ass 8'5", those extended clips

Make us all the same size, let's ride

When you at the bottom, cool man, but the whole mood changed

When your dude became, top of the food chain

Blazin' crops, new strains, with your lil' boo thing

Right before she gave me the puritang

Asked if she cool with trains, said she didn't care who I bring

How did I want it and ween, listen to Tupac sing

Clumsy E-8 workers, droppin' game

West Coast Cropston came, I'm Gucci Mane with a flock of flame

Far left doin' it, hunnid, it's not your lane

How could I complain, where the homeless pray, in the boxes it rains

Prayin' for that Mayweather money, from a boxin' rain

Perfect future rhymes await in a box with rings

Forty-four sets of quartets, I pull lots of strings

To cop some things, cause on my block it seems

Cuz, put some blocks on themes

Glocks with beams, for any plots or schemes

Stoppin' our accomplishing, lots of dreams

Got spots that's green, for when we box your team

Flippin' them pads, ever since I was five

No license to drive, but I always ready to ride

We never played, haven't seen, we see your niggas who had

Cut the choppa to fads, all the truth from the lads

Go get a group of your guys, just some goofy surprise

The drumroll on me, some souls decide to switch sides

Whether you five, six, a big ass 85

Those extended clips, make us all the same size

Let's ride

With a block sense of BG, thank God I got everything that we need

And still higher than a caterpillar that only eats wheat leaves

A legend we believe, your peeps need my face on the Wheaties

Native American and black, in fact we ain't fallin' to fuckin' treaties

It's easy, cause we see, you not half a winner

Bad pretenders, last time I made bloody moves

When his ass entered the plasma center

Ask them niggas, what's all the extra grammar about

When them extendos just blow and send hoes through your grandma's house

I doubt he tried to run off on the plug price

Hit him with the slugs twice

Went from a cheetah to a creeper with the reaper

Sezane love life, gangsters don't play with the thug type

These toy stories will send you to infinity and beyond

With your buzz lights, bitch niggas ain't harder than ladies

Wiping ass with they scrubs tight

Got too many kids for his taxes to be lackin

Actin' cause they funds right, lugs tight

Listen here, if you find it a bit weird

Then tell Shane K. stop shat, we ain't read up in ten years

Listen them pads, ever since I was five

No license to drive, but I always ready to ride

We never play hide and seek, we seek your niggas who hide

Cut the chopper to fives, all the truth from the lies

Go get a group of your guys, just some goofy surprise

They drum rollin' with some souls inside to switch sides

Whether you 5'6 or big ass 8'5

Those extended clips make us all the same size

Let's ride

Stomachs upset from them baller makings

Ignoring haters that keep you in more shits than cheap toilet paper

I'm with my bride to bride tryin' to explore the neighbors

And I can afford the capers that employ more paper

Sure, sure, I'm toys catered

I'm feelin' more greater than 50 field trips with a frenzy of 54 craters

And thanks for your favors, cause it ain't the same with us

The headphones overloaded when the bang was up

Music awakened us, give your brains a jump

Get your chains took lump, cause many get touched

And plenty of buck out of infinity trucks

For the detectives, the mystery suck

We keep the corminers with a job for sweepin' our enemies up

Fuck that finicky stuff, we started laughin' y'all

You only travel, dawg, when you got a basketball

We gotta have it all

Out the catalogs, it's analog

Shit, we only answer calls if that cash involved

Flippin' them pads ever since I was five

No license to drive, but I'm always ready to ride

We never play hide and seek, we seek your niggas who hide

Cut the chop with the bass, all the truth from the last

Go get a group with your guys, just some goofy surprise

The drum roll with some souls inside to switch sides

Whether you 5'6", a big ass 8'5

Those extended clips make us all the same size

I'm Mr. Big, whether I'm fat, tall, or not

Cause I'm big on fattening all the knots

Phones and guns callin' shots, reminiscent of haulin' rocks

Haters try to have us involved with cops, we never fall to flops

See ridin' dirty, we recallin' thoughts

Ridin' dirty, recallin' thoughts, can't stall or stop

From lot to lot cleaner, when we got older

Moms smellin' odd odors, knowin' I'm not sober

Exes tryin' to slide over, talkin' they need to find closure

But a homeless panda right beside Kroger's

No brakes unlike my rhymes, ridin' rotors

Promoters and posters have got us in motors and Dover enclosures

Knew my folders were colder for the totals and rollers

Not poses in foreclosure, you know we're near closer

To the crown holder, the crown exposer

Never push pounds at Dojo, bust rounds from toasters

Nor put cities on and get in town's exposure

It's sad as weed that it made me gravity

Cause I hold it down and act like you supposed to

Unless y'all give us a portion of the okra

No sportin' Lowe's on your poster, no sir

Straight from the D to the O, bruh

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