Flip (feat. P3 & Flo.W)

Yo tell me why the fuck this bitch asking me why I got two watches on for? Whatchu tell her tho? I said I sprained my wrist, the doc said apply ice I said momma I don't wanna be a great man I told her straight I just wanna be a made man 14 days and you gotta pay the payman? I pay the postman while you playin hangman I made it rain so now she call me rain man I'm getting laid while i'm steady getting paid Open shooter call that white boi gay He in Bermuda with his iPhone 8 While your MCM out here Juul Pods And lil Eminem's out here selling re-rock Think I need some skittles tho to mix the Arizona There's layers to this bitch so I call that hoe Fiona This bitches eat me up cuz they love my persona Cutting layers off the onions in the kitchen brings an odor Ima flip that bag And I'ma flip that script Lemme handle that business and you won't see shit Can't fuck with wack shit Cuz we too legit If she a bitch she bad Coming on my dick "Yo Richard where ya been?" Well I tell ya I been chillin "Where?" In the trap fool and I been countin skrilla Everyday I live it seems this shit is getting realer My pockets getting cozy I suppose like chinchillas I been going so hard I'm the trap Jeff Bezos El Chapo with the choppas and I'm steady counting pesos Placin all my shots and that shit go when I say so With the queso and the yayo Put the whole block on the payroll And I got all these plays so I call my money playdough Hang this chains round my head Said lets get this fuckin bread Ain't no hoe can tie me down I've been flying fuck the ground I dont want it, I dont need it Fuck that shit you won't believe it Always wrap it before you tap it That bitch clapping ass like a rabbit I walk around with my chains out But you don't really seem to hang now Talkin bout you came round If we bang out then my toes down All ten now while you 6 down It was in that flat that I had made my trap If she a bitch she bad comin in like that Ima flip that bag And I'ma flip that script Lemme handle that business and you won't see shit Can't fuck with wack shit Cuz we too legit If she a bitch she bad Coming on my dick Flipping the scripts I don't need your type of "cents" Charity all that you get I'm getting mine Fetal be your position Kicking you off of the fence I'm on the rise Keep me afloat from the jokes Stay in silence i don't boast 'Cept when i rhyme Karmas a bitch yeah i know Mirrors all up in that smoke Ain't no surprise Kill em with kindness I be the nic-est Boy that ain't on the block You can stay inside of your box I don't pray that all of you flop Rather make ya wanna take shots Like my g But it don't really mean People like me My psyche Got me living on the right key Get off deez Like a J.I.D. song high peep I'm all steez 'Why your girl Really like me She be thinking she on "grown" shit Stay inside the house When it rains it be pouring Couldn't take it south Cause it really needed maintenance If i would've said back then You would prolly think i'm hating She gon hit my line When she master bating She gon tell a lie But you think i'm lame as shit I pay my rent And pay no mind To flaky chips I take a hit And play to win Take a hint Tie ya shoes Yousa trip Cry a river I'm a sinner Born a winner I'm the kid Im the shit Check the wrist Know you watching how the younging moves Not afraid to take an L or two Get me prepped for what there is to do Richard got the heat now here's the proof Fire 19 All up in the scene NBL always sounding clean I'm just tryna do it For my team Blimey I be Shining that's the gleam Fuck with it Imma flip that bag And imma flip that script Best let me handle that business And you won't see shit Yeah we can't fuck with wack shit Cause we too legit If she a bitch she bad Coming on my dick