Lyrics Lil Tracy – Flip
Text:
(DJ Flippp make the money flip)
Smokepurpp:
Make him do a flip, hit him with the clip
And my blood say blat on that bloody shit
Bang it out, bang it out
Make him do a flip, hit him with the clip
And my blood say blat on that bloody shit
Bang it out, bang it out
Bang it out, bang it out
Bang it out, I’m at your door and I air it out
Claimin’ the game, better cut it out
Cut off your finger and I’m mailin’ out
Geeked up off the purp, I’m sippin’ the mud and I’m feelin’ like kirk
100 round drum make you sleep on the floor
Sleep in the farm, cause you know I’m the goat
Bitch nigga, you a bitch, nigga, you a snitch, nigga
See you in the streets, I’mma tie you to a tree, nigga
Bitch nigga, you a motherfuckin’ bitch, nigga
See you in the streets, I might tie you and your kids, nigga
Make him do a flip, hit him with the clip
And my blood say blat on that bloody shit
Bang it out, bang it out
Bang it out, bang it out
Make him do a flip, hit him with the clip
And my blood say blat on that bloody shit
Bang it out, bang it out
Bang it out, bang it out
Lil Tracy:
Yah
Give me good neck, gave my dick a hicky
Walk in the club with my glizzy
Bang it out, bang it out
Glock inside my Gucci purse, my jacket Fendi, yah
I’m rude, better not offend me
I’m a rockstar, I’m a popstar, she told me I’m pretty
Wait, whoa, snorting coke off her titty
Smokepurpp:
Make him do a flip, hit him with the clip
And my blood say blat on that bloody shit
Bang it out, bang it out
Bang it out, bang it out
Make him do a flip, hit him with the clip
And my blood say blat on that bloody shit
Bang it out, bang it out
Bang it out, bang it out