Lil' Flip

[fox69]

"I Shoulda Listened"

"I Shoulda Listened"


huh huh
I had to do somethin like dis
ya know
huh I shoulda listened
I shoulda listened

[Lil' Flip - Verse 1]
I shoulda listened, when ya said boy go and get a job
I shoulda listened, cause you gotta sell dope or rob
I shoulda listened, when you told me I need to go to college
but right now I'm tryin to money in my wallet
I shoulda listened, when you said boy make good grades
but instead I was worryin about dem new j's
I shoulda listened, when you said boy dont get no tattoos
now it's 2 years later and now I got 22
I shoulda listened, when you said keep playin basketball
but I was makin mo money standin in the hall
I shoulda listened, when you said I need to be in the church
but that's hard "why" cause everyday I gotta concert
I shoulda listened, when you said I need to watch my friends
cause yesterday my partner got jacked fo' his Benz
I shoulda listened, when you said dont stand on the corner
cause all black folks do is smoke marijuana

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I shoulda listened, when yo told me dont do that I did it any way
I shoulda listened, when yo told me dont hustle but I gotta get paid

[Lil' Flip - Verse 2]
I shoulda listened, when you said quit standin on the block
cause all that do is make it easy fo the cops
I shoulda listened, when you said it dont matta what car you drive
long as you pay yo bills long as you survive
I shoulda listened, when you said dont be hangin at the club
cause people get drunk and wanna shoot the club up
I shoulda listened, when you said you cant please everybody
right now I'm findin out I dont need everybody
I shoulda listened, when you said dont bring dem niggaz to ya house
cause when you aint there theyll try to break in ya house
I shoulda listened, when you told me you reap what ya sow
so everybody I meet I cant treat'em like a hoe
I shoulda listened, when ya told me do somethin wit my time
so I picked up the pen and paper and now I'm writtin ryhmes
I shoulda listened, when you said forget the money put God first
so that's the way I gotta end my verse

[Chorus - repeat to fade]

 

[fox69]

"I Shoulda Listened (Remix)"

"I Shoulda Listened (Remix)"


[talking]
This song right here, this what Steve Harvey say
He like off the album I Shoulda Listened
Shouts out to my nigga Steve Harvey (yeah)
My nigga Cool Cat, you know this just the underground shit
Freestyles man (freestyles), off my own beats
Check me out look

[Lil' Flip]
I shoulda listened, when you said don't do
A lot of shit, that people just don't do (my bad)
Move that dope (what), sell that crack (what)
Just to get money, and drive a Cadillac
I shoulda listened, when you told me
That, bullshit is what they sold me
Cause, they say black people ignorant
But I don't think that, I didn't listen
I'm in a bigger position, I paid my dues
I keep God first, cause that's the rules
I'm a changed man, the same man
I'm Lil' Flip, I stick to the game plan
Execute every move, watch out for every hater
Fuck getting blown, nigga I'm about my paper
After my paper blown, then I'ma get blown
But if I ain't got no paper, ain't no reason to blow
I do the show, and I make my stacks
A lot of niggaz, don't know these tracks
Go everywhere, even overseas
That's why, I got some Range Rover keys
Cause I keep, going platinum in the streets
And I keep going platinum on these, beats
And some rappers, ain't even on they feet
But they doing thirty shows, all week
And I'm at my peak, I'ma be the best
Represent for the South, like Pac did the West
I'ma rep, for my niggaz who in jail
I'ma rep, for niggaz who making crack sales
I'ma rep, for my niggaz in the motherfucking Penn
Trying to get out, just got ten
I'ma rep, for the niggaz with no do'
I'ma rep, for the pimps who be really pimping hoes
Pimpin Ken, can't forget the Don Juan
I'm Lil' Flip, what's up to my nigga Ron
Lil' Ron nigga, that's my dog nigga
You got some beef, all you gotta do is call nigga
You know we coming, me and Hump we gunning
Watching out for these hoes, that I fucked when I was in Hundred
Middle School, I was just a little fool
I did a lot of shit, I got shot and was in critical
Condition, but I was still on a mission
It's like tracks, it's just like I'm fishing
I write a hook, and I hope somebody bank
I might go platinum, if it's music that they like
I'm so tight, cause I'm better now
I'm getting cheddar now, I'ma do a double header now
I'ma sell a lot of records, I'ma tell the people
I'm Lil' Flip, and I'm so so special

[talking]
Yeah (yeah), ha-ha I shoulda listened man
I shoulda listened, and that's what I'm saying man
Reality, this a reality check for y'all
Yeah, I shoulda listened, yeah I shoulda listened
Uh I shoulda listened, yeah kids, I shoulda listened
Keep God first

 

[fox69]

"I'm A Baller"
(feat. Chamillionaire, T.C., Yung Redd)

"I'm A Baller"
(feat. Chamillionaire, T.C., Yung Redd)



[talking]
Ok (believe that) we broadcasting live
From Redd's showroom ya heard me (off top)
We still balling, we still doing this shit ya heard me
We still in it (believe that) it's that flame shit

[Yung Redd]
The wheels on my truck, go round and round
I'm sitting 24 inches, off of the ground
How that sound, mama said do what you'd like
Hold it rocking flights, red, white and blue stripes
But hold up, down South still on nonstop
Cause we been representing down here, for a while
With no solo album, I was still amazing
Stayed full of them trees, I was purple hazing
Look at me now, Redd ain't playing around
Two skinny, but my stacks keep weighing me down
They say balling is a habit no, I can't help it
Now I got more green, than a Boston Celtic
So I'm going all out, on a money route
Now I think these niggas, really know what I'm about
I don't know where you been, I don't know where you from
But around these parts, we get it how it come

[Chorus x2: Chamillionaire]
See I'm a flosser, balling like you see it
Recognize me as a balla, legend in the streets
Best believe I did it all but, that will never stop me
From feeling like a flosser, cause I'm a balla

[T.C.]
I'm still in the game, y'all catch my drift
I got that work cheap dog, peep my flip
When I hop out the truck, y'all catch my drift
The rolly's so icy, bitch get off my dick
We ride the finest cars, you know we stay stunting
Rims so big on the six, they sit funny
If it ain't broke don't fix it, blunt it and blist it
In a all blue something, with the plates unlisted
Like Nike, keeping you bitch niggas in check
Yeah whodi you know me, they boy is back
With two bricks, two chicks and two platinum Macks
I stay grinding, so you know I stay shining

[Chorus x2: Chamillionaire]

[Yung Redd]
See I'm like a value meal, my doe supersized
Copping a brand new Bentley, Coupe to ride
With mo' cake than a bakery, we got cream
Candy truck radio up, like Raheim
7-1-3 nigga, that's the name of my team
We still get full of that syrup, and gangsta lean
I still be ghetto fab, if I drove a yellow cab
Yung Redd enough said, my niggas got cash
Don't get it twisted up, my wrist lit up
You gotta show me something, for me to get up
Just call me a rough neck, but I cash enough checks
To put me in a Vet, and roll off with a set
The streets give me respect, for everything that I did
As a kid I always kept a strap, close to my ribs
But I don't know where you been, and I don't know where you from
But around these parts, we get it how it come

[Chorus x2: Chamillionaire]

 

[fox69]

"I'm A Baller (Flip My Chips)"

"I'm A Baller (Flip My Chips)"


I stay lit, I talk shit, and back it up
'Cuz I'm a balla, my money, you can't match it up

[Chorus]
Lil' Flip, Flip, Flip
I like to flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips
I like to flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips
'Cuz I'ma, I'ma balla
I'ma, I'ma balla
I'ma ba.., I'ma ba..., I'ma, I'ma balla
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma balla
I'ma, I'ma balla
I'ma ba..., I'ma ba..., I'ma, I'ma balla
[etc.]

Hey, I gotta big chain, big name, black watch, blue range
In my concerts, we 50 deep like Wu-Tang
Drop top with hella screens, platinum grill, yellow ring
Get a mil, split a mil
Break it down with my team
Every pistol got a beam
Every nigga got a scheme
'Cuz every empire got a star with a dream
We makin' green, puffin' green, drinkin' lean
We digital scales, no more triple beams

[Chorus w/ liberties]

Hey, I got the Clover G watch, Clover G shirt
Lucky Nike's liquor, clover girl shirts
Mack 10 loaded
I stay focused
I'm worldwide, ya'll niggas local
Plaques on my wall, rims on my car, Louie 13 all in my bar
I got loot, 0-6 coupes, press one button, the roof went poof
(Hey) you know Lil' Flip go Platinum everytime
I like money so I stay on the grind
I'm doin' fine, I took a break, now I'm back
I do you like a magazine, you'll get smacked

{Chorus w/ liberties]

 

[fox69]

"I'm So Gone"
(feat. Big Shasta)

"I'm So Gone"
(feat. Big Shasta)



[Lil' Flip talking]
This for all the smokers
get your lighters, get you a fat sweet
put this in, and just ride heh

[Chorus: Big Shasta]
I can smell the chronic in the air tonight(tonight)
smoke on, smoke on
I been rollin paper squares all night long(night long)
I'm so gone, I'm so gone

[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
First you roll it up and put it to your lips
fire it up, take a puff and let ya mind start to drift
welcome to the world of pipes and bums
if you a weed smoker you gon' like this song
and if you don't smoke you better listen anyway
you might as well find out what you missin anyway
if it wasn't for chronic I don't know what I would do
I'd probably just pack all my shit and move
to Amsterdam where everybody smoke weed
over there you can buy an ounce from a police
so if I don't speak to you it don't mean I'm stuck up
the only thing it mean is Lil' Flip is fucked up..

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Lil' Flip]
So all you cats smokin bullshit you better stop it now
cause the only thing I blow is Endo and Chocolate Thai
everyday I get high I believe I can fly
air freshner for my car, Visine for my eyes
I'm a smoker so pass me the lighter
I smoke so much I got my own fire fighter
while I'm pull all nighters all week long
you can call me and Taz a black Cheech and Chong
I'm own my speaker phone gettin blowed like a feather
25 dubbies on my dresser, yessa
I'm a chain smoker ridin in a Range Rover
and when I smoke Endo I use a flame thrower
some people use X and PCP, but all I need is light green trees for me
and if I don't speak to you it don't mean I'm stuck up
the only thing it mean is Lil' Flip is fucked up..

[Chorus: Big Shasta]
I can smell the chronic in the air tonight(tonight)
smoke on, smoke on
I been rollin paper squares all night long(night long)
I'm so gone, I'm so gone

[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
Ay you got hash, Endo type flight cousin
I'm pumpin gas, by the stop light on Cuttlin
I'm buzzin drivin in-tox-icated
and the life style I live I know you got to hate it
I smoke, and smoke, I never choke
he got some bunk weed man get a roll
I'm crackin jokes, I laugh and giggle
I'm about to break it down so pass the scissors
roll up a fatty and take puff
roll up another if it ain't enough
I smoke blunts everyday so don't ask me shit
and if that weed ain't fire don't pass me shit

[Chorus: Big Shasta]
I can smell the chronic in the air tonight(tonight)
smoke on, smoke on
I been rollin paper squares all night long(night long)
I'm so gone, I'm so gone

 

[fox69]

"I'm The Greatest Player"

"I'm The Greatest Player"


[Intro: Lil' Flip]
Yeeah (Yeeah)
Lil' Flip (Lil' Flipper)
EA Sports It's In The Game
NBA Live, Playa Skillz on the track
Holla back, uh, oh oh

[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
After one year in college, I went straight to the pros
So when I throw a no-look pass, go straight to the goal
Don't move in slow (why?), cause I'm hyping up the crowd
Cause when he shootin these free throws, I want everybody LIVE
I'm the greatest in the game cause we winning by thirty
And after the game, I'm gone take off my jersey
And throw it to the fans cause that's how I get down
It's EA Sports and Lil' Flip representin H-Town

[Chorus x2: Lil' Flip]
I'm the greatest player to ever play the game (play the game)
I should retire my jersey cause y'all know my name (y'all know my name)
You out of your brain, don't shoot cause you out of your range (you out of
your range)
Cause I'm like a mack truck when I'm driving a lane, uh

[Verse 2: Lil' Flip]
Uh, I love this game cause I can't get laid off
Plus we get respect if we make it to the playoffs
So watch me stop and pop, it's all in the wrist
Say Lil' Ron hold him, he taller than Chris (swish)
That's what you hear whenever I shoot a three partner (woo)
They double-team, I got shooters in each corner (uh)
So look out (look out)
Before you get took out (took out)
Your coach mad cause you let me hit a hook shot (ha ha)
I got a triple-double (triple-double)
It's one quarter left (one quarter left)
They got home court advantage, (so what?) don't disrespect the ref
Before you get a tech (tech)
We playing for respect (respect)
We about to see who the best out of the east and west

[Chorus: Lil' Flip]

[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
You better step your game up cause I want another ring
You keep playing like you played - they gone trade you to another team
And when the buzzer go off, that mean we the champ (we the champ)
This year we ain't even got to go to camp
Holla back

 

[fox69]

"In My Backyard"
(feat. Yung Redd)

"In My Backyard"
(feat. Yung Redd)



[Yung Redd]
Yeah, take a look into my backyard
Where there ain't no way out, and niggas wanna act hard
Watch your friends, some turn to fakers
That's why I smoke green acres
Get your paper, look around the world is violent
I, do my dirt and move in silence
Come on, you seen them capture, heard them sirens
Just come outside, boys are fighting
Yet the, grass is green, mosquitos biting
So I grabbed a pencil, and started writing
About the the shit we seen, the shit we did
And how we live, just growing up as a kid
Down in Houston Texas, its hot as hell
I know its hard to gain, easy to fail
Now days, anything might send you to jail
Take note, this is show and tell, in my backyard

[Chorus]
Ooh I never thought, that it would be this way
Living in the ghetto
Who would of thought that I could make a change
All I ever wanted, was to make it out this game
Living in the ghetto
I kept on trying until I found my way, my way

[Yung Redd]
From the porch to the street, from the street to the sto'
From the sto' to the corner, where a nigga sold dope
Put it together, this left niggas with no hope
But it seemed to twerk the block, work or stay broke
Oh no, back then money was slow
Wasn't cool to be bold, believe it I know
Wasn't no field of dreams, couldn't get no sleep
When cops popped the pistols, in the street
Now let's see, the ghetto's been shooting at me
Tell me to freeze, before I can stash my cheese
Some of us get caught, some make it out
Day in and day out, on a paper route

[Chorus]

[Yung Redd]
Waking up with the roosters, can't do what I use to
Like wasting time, fucking with losers
This is what goes on, way down here
Tell it like it is, we stay round here
All my niggas, get paid round here
Sometimes, people get sprayed round here
Hey, days and nights, nights and days
I use to dream of ways, to get paid
So now I'm, looking around to see what's shaking
Opportunity knocked, but my spot was vacant
Boys on the country, locked up for hustling
Game over, we just got time for nothing
You might see niggas yelling, always fussing
Around the way, this what happens everyday
So just put up your guards, times is hard
Live from the backyard, from the backyard

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"It's A Fact"

"It's A Fact"


Yeah, that's what it do to you, that's what it do to you
I'm just thinkin', ya know what I'm sayin'?
I'ma think I lied though, you know
The shit a nigga been through, where a nigga goin'

Take a look in my eyes, tell me what you see
A nigga who was young, grew up to be a G
I started off playin' basketball for my coach
He started hatin', so I took a different approach

I'ma rap, fuck sweatin' an' I'ma do somthin'
That a nigga won't be regrettin'
Could I ride? No, could I steal? No
Could I jack? No, should I kill? No

Nah, I gotta get my shit together
'Cause a nigga need a house an' big furniture with the leather
I pick up the pen, I pick up the pace
An' I used to be broke, I couldn't even pick up my face

But now, listen to the shit a nigga be doin'
While you nigga's think that a nigga's career be ruined
From smokin' an' drinkin', drinkin' an' smokin'
An' I'ma try an' go platinum while you thinkin' an' hopin'

Wishin' an' lookin', tryin' to do what I do
An' if ya fuck with me, I'll shoot or I'll sue
An' how you wanna handle business, I can get it like that
An' sellin' work on the block, I used to get it like that

But I had to back back an' open up my eyes
When you runnin' in these streets, you might get a surprise
Your friend could be a foe, your girl could be a hoe
An' everybody think got your back, you don't know

Doop been here before a nigga got rich
So Doop right here when I ridin' in my 6
My nigga Cease make beats for me everyday
An' guess what? He don't never ask to get payed

My nigga Red keep it real, Hump got my back
When I didn't have a car, Hump bought a Lac
Now Hump bought a Jag an' I'm in it
Runnin' through these hoes but my name ain't Emitt

An' it's a fact, everybody smilin' ain't your friend
Everybody with a grin contemplatin' on you, man
An' it's a fact, you reap what you sow, better watch what you do
'Cause you do it to somebody, they gon' do it to you

It's a fact, your best friend will turn his back on ya
Pull a gat on ya, even rat on ya
An' it's a fact that most niggaz act like hoes
It's a fact that most niggaz act like hoes

Now who can you trust, who can you depend on?
When you all broke, need money to lend on
When you tryin'a ball an' your money been gone
When you tryn'a put the down payment on 10 homes

Will your nigga ride for you? Will your nigga bust?
Will a nigga come an' get your ass out them cuffs?
Will your nigga take you to the mall an' buy some clothes?
Will your nigga ever put you first before them hoes?

Will your nigga buy you drink an' smoke up the weed?
Ride for your ass when niggaz shootin' down your street
Come to your funeral an' tell a fuckin' story
Think about them nuts that we took with no glory

That category, the list, the rappin', the hoes
The hoes an' the shows, it comes an' it goes
De da, de da, de da

Straight up, nigga, that's how I feel
Know what I'm sayin'?
Everybody needs to be ballin' nigga

If you got a chain, nigga, your nigga need to have a chain
If you got a cut, nigga, your nigga need a cut, nigga
If you gotta hundred in your pocket
Your nigga got at least have fifty, man, know what I'm sayin'?

Niggaz get in the rap game forget about them niggaz
Who helped 'em nigga, keep it real, nigga
So that's why I don't wanna fuck with you new niggaz, man
I ain't shootin' marbles with you niggaz, man, but y'all cool

If it ain't suckafree don't fuck wit me
'Cause I know you got your eyes on my luxury
If you ain't suckafree don't fuck with me
'Cause I know you got your eyes on my luxury

An' it's a fact, everybody smilin' ain't your friend
Everybody with a grin contemplatin' on you man
An' it's a fact, you reap what you sow, better watch what you do
'Cause you do it to somebody, they gon' do it to you

It's a fact, your best friend will turn his back on ya
Pull a gat on ya, even rat on ya
An' it's a fact that most niggaz act like hoes
It's a fact that most niggaz act like hoes

 

[fox69]

"It's A Fact (Remix)"

"It's A Fact (Remix)"


[talking]
Ha, I see they watching watching
You know, it's a fact niggas don't like to see you wit nothing
It's like crabs in a bucket, everybody wanna pull you down man
It's fucked up, but that's how the world is, you should be
Happy for the next man when he make it, but it's a fact
Nine out of ten, black people are jealous (jealous)

[Lil' Flip]
Take a look in my eyes, tell me what you see
You see a nigga, who dropped a c.d. (yeah)
Yeah, I got a deal now (deal now)
I still gotta keep it real now (real now)
Niggas like damn Flip, how it feel now (feel now)
To have platinum records, just like your grill now
It feel good cause I work, it feel good my nigga
That's why I got, my fucking logo on my shirt
I'm proud (I'm proud), I did what I did (I did that)
But law, they sign a type kid
I made it, these niggas can't fade it
They hate it, magazines wanna rate it
But MTV, play my shit everyday (everyday)
BET, play my shit everyday (everyday)
BET, play your shit every May (ha ha)
So who's the fucking nigga getting paid, me
Underground, I rule that (I rule that)
Rookies, nigga I school that
These hoes see Flip, they start to drool
Cause I'm a god damn fool
And if you don't know, now you know
Cause I'm a motherfucking pimp, you the hoe
I'm the leader you the follower, nigga you ain't shit
If that shit don't go gold or platinum, it ain't a hit
Thirty thousand, what the fuck are you saying, are you playing
Nigga I'm Lil' Flip, I'm a god damn man
I stand up for my rights, my weed is what I light
Every time I spit a freestyle, you know that bitch tight
I ain't have to write, cause I was born like this
Nigga, in the click I was sworn like this
Now I'm the leader, nigga I'm the general
I drink O's so I could water, from my minerals
Wake up roll a blunt, get on the phone
Nigga, I'm doing real estate buy you a home
Buy you some land, don't worry bout a motherfucking
Chain and the ice, on the van
20's on the truck, you can't stand that car
All you could do, is play in that car
If you get jacked, you might lay in that car
Nigga the police see him, nigga they in that car
But uh be smart nigga, be street smart
Don't go to jail and come out, a sweetheart
A faggot, if you straight stay straight
If you got love nigga, watch out for the hate
I did a million out the gate, what about you
Nigga, I represent for my nigga Screw
Rest in peace my nigga, cause he showed me love
We had drank, and he po'd me mud
We use to go to the club, he use to DJ
I would freestyle fast, like I'm at a relay
I'm on my beat tape, cause he made me
Yeah, I did a show and he paid me one
One G, it was cool, shit I was just
A young nigga, still going to school
Yeah I had them Jordans, everytime they came out
I was a balla, so I didn't really hang out
I use to skip class, to get some ass
Sometimes me and hoes, we went to Six Flags
Come to the gallery, and leave with big bags
Fuck philly blunts, I use to smoke zig-zags
Now I smoke golden raps
I went platinum, but I spit thoed in raps
You feel me, these niggas don't know who the king
Who the pro, turn off the lights and I glow
Get a hoe, take her straight to the Mo'
Cause if she ain't a dime, she can't come through my do'
You feel me, that's the truth my nigga
Check the billboard, that's the proof my nigga
It's going bling bling, that's the tooth my nigga
You play with me, and I'ma shoot my nigga
I'm in a Coupe, speeding, racing
Laws get behind me, I'm purple hazing
Blowing while it's snowing, you know I'm flowing
I'm sipping drank, I got my codeine open
Po' it up, the weed grow it up
You don't pay me my money, I ain't showing up
Come and thought I was a punk naw, I ain't a punk
I got a pump, that'll put you in the trunk
I fuck with Hump, I fuck with my nigga Redd
I use to fuck hoes, because they real silly
But now, I gotta stay back (stay back)
This is the payback, 23 inches on the made back
Cadillac, as a matter of fact (what)
I had to adapt to my neighborhood, ghetto habitat
And I'm not having that, you ain't gon fuck me
You talking shit, but you ain't gon touch me
You hating on me, but I made you
I'm just like some brand new jeans, you can't fade it
I'm the greatest, but I'm fucking with the mic
Got a bitch, got a fo' and a Sprite
And I might get higher, this bud got that fire
I need eight million, when a nigga retire

[talking]
(fire, fire) he's on fire (he's on fire)
(he's on fire) I'm on fire nigga
(I blaze the bitch) like Beanie Sigel say nigga
It's the truth (Sucka Free) you know (biatch)
This the motherfucking freestyles man
You know the hell I'm saying
This what I'm telling y'all niggas

If you ain't Sucka Free, don't fuck with me
Cause I know you got your eyes, on my luxury [x2]

And it's a fact (it's a fact)
All you hating ass nigga didn't want me to make it
I thought I told you, we don't fake it (biiatch)
We don't fake it, we don't fake it nigga

 

[fox69]

"La La La"
(feat. Play, Will Lean)

"La La La"
(feat. Play, Will Lean)



[Hook]
Lil' Flip always smokin' that la la la
Will Lean always smokin' that la la la
Play-hef always smokin' that la la la
It's Clover G's and you know my lullaby, come on
Excuse me bitch, you know I'm rich
So don't snitch about how I hustle
Cause I got muscle, skip all that shit
Just gimme a brick bitch

[Will Lean]
I'm a gangsta, it ain't love at first sight
You's a freak so we fucked the first night
I'm in the back seat puffin' that la la la
Me and my niggaz gettin' high high high
You better ask around, that I smokes a pound
Four four desert eagle what I tote around
Nigga, in that Coup de Ville
Hit ya wit the steel nigga let loose ya grill
You choose to squeal, it's the truth I kill
With that infra red beam let loose ya grill nigga
Uh, and I take ya head off when I grab my shit
And start lettin' this lead off

[Hook]

Yeh, you know how we do it man
If you in ya motherfuckin' car
Cut this shit up nigga (cut it up)

[Lil' Flip]
Yeh, we got the dro fire it up
You want me to do it show you gotta wire it up
Go to Western Union and call me back
Gimme the tracking number nigga and I can do that
I need the dro nigga top of the line
You got clothes in yo closet but they not like mine
You got hoes in yo camp but they can't flow like us
You got weed in yo yard but it don't grow like us
Inhale exhale, Sprints and Nextels
Gotta write letters to my niggaz that's in jail (keep ya head up)
Locked up they baby momma knocked up
If niggaz play wid my money my guns get cocked up
I franchise like a Houston Rocket
Every eight months is when I usually drop it
Every eight blunts is when I usually stop it
Every eight glocks is when I usually pop it

[Hook]

[Play]
Ain't wid that huggin' and kissin' and lovin', bitch
I'm wid that smokin' and drinkin'
Cause I gotta keep it thuggin
And I'm bumpin' and grindin'
Got to put the snake to bite
R kel's I'm up all night put up a good fight
If you gon' jack somethin' make sure ya jack good
Cause if not, then I pop and I go get my guns
I rap for Clover G's and I rap for P-T-P
I rap for all them gangstas out there gettin' they cheese
I Double XL or Source to make bread
I need pots a few bricks to go slice my bread
Me Flip and Will will flip and lean on you
Take ya truck that's not ya rap and fuck a rap
After Lil' Flip album ya ass is crap
You know me Play-hef and the tracks we lacin'
Smokin' on that bubble that sticky Canadian bacon
Fuck a lil hand stamp that shit

[Hook]