Bobby Blaake, Jay Da'jour - FLIP DA WHIP! Lyrics

Ay, talking out his neck, my youngins quick to flip the whip, uh
I mix all the ops out with the zaza, cause they zipped, uh
I know she a thotta by the way she move her lips, uh (Haha)
I run up a cheque, I'm not gon' flex it, it get flipped, uh
We got glocks and Fns, if they say they wont spin, uh (Ay)
I can't never trust no thot, but she can eat my kids, uh (Ay, ay)
He say that he sending shots, but seen em' and he ran, uh
He be plotting on my raps, like we know he a fan, uh
He say he the best, uh
I guess that's the reason he be walking with that vest, uh
We gon' fill his bubble with this led like he a test, uh
She can't stick around me, when I'm down she like the rest, uh
Feel like Bizzy with that bank (With that bank)
Been a freak of nature, I'm outclassing like a Tesla
0 To 100, like I'm Drake I'm tryna catch up (Uh)
Asking what's the motto, want some static then we flash out
If you show up uninvited, I guess ima have to pop out (Pow, pow, pow, pow)
Posted on his street with automatics, fucked my cuz up (Uh, yea)
If I take that flight back home I'm probably getting buzzed up (Yea)
Now I'm getting Icy, fuck my liver, fuck the pain, uh (Yea)
Never get caught lacking cause I'm on defense for life, uh (For real)
Let a nigga test me, he gon' fail and drop the class trying to suppress me (What?)
I don't want that body, if I kill you, it gon' kill me
Sonned me? ima watch him fly cause now he deadbeat, bitch (Hahaha)
We gon' beat his ass and call him Harvey how he dent, uh (Grrr)
Shoot him in the back and call him WALL-E how he spin, uh (Grrrr)
Never flex my earnings cause they're quick to flip your shit, uh (Huh)
Shooter coming in let that bullet flip your whip, uh
Lil bro got glocks and fns, dumb nigga, I got big chops (Uh huh)
Steady posting your location, kick it down, we gon pop the ops (Pop)
Just because I'm 5 '6", they test me like I ain't with the gang (Graaa)
He was tweaking off them percs, that he ain't hear the choppa sang (Bitch)

Ay, talking out his neck, my youngins quick to flip the whip, uh
I mix all the ops out with the zaza, cause they zipped, uh
I know she a thotta by the way she move her lips, uh (Haha)
I run up a cheque, I'm not gon' flex it, it get flipped, uh
We got glocks and Fns, if they say they wont spin, uh (Ay)
I can't never trust no thot, but she can eat my kids, uh (Ay, ay)
He say that he sending shots, but seen em' and he ran, uh
He be plotting on my raps, like we know he a fan, uh
He say he the best, uh
I guess that's the reason he be walking with that vest, uh
We gon' fill his bubble with this led like he a test, uh
She can't stick around me, when I'm down she like the rest, uh
Feel like Bizzy with that bank (With that bank)
Been a freak of nature, I'm outclassing like a Tesla
0 To 100, like I'm Drake I'm tryna catch up (Uh)
Asking what's the motto, want some static then we flash out
If you show up uninvited, I guess ima have to pop out (Pow, pow, pow, pow)
Posted on his street with automatics, fucked my cuz up (Uh, yea)
If I take that flight back home I'm probably getting buzzed up (Yea)
Now I'm getting Icy, fuck my liver, fuck the pain, uh (Yea)
Never get caught lacking cause I'm on defense for life, uh (For real)
Let a nigga test me, he gon' fail and drop the class trying to suppress me (What?)
I don't want that body, if I kill you, it gon' kill me
Sonned me? ima watch him fly cause now he deadbeat, bitch (Hahaha)
We gon' beat his ass and call him Harvey how he dent, uh (Grrr)
Shoot him in the back and call him WALL-E how he spin, uh (Grrrr)
Never flex my earnings cause they're quick to flip your shit, uh (Huh)
Shooter coming in let that bullet flip your whip, uh
Lil bro got glocks and fns, dumb nigga, I got big chops (Uh huh)
Steady posting your location, kick it down, we gon pop the ops (Pop)
Just because I'm 5 '6", they test me like I ain't with the gang (Graaa)
He was tweaking off them percs, that he ain't hear the choppa sang (Bitch)