WHIPPA FLIPPA

Lyrics

[Intro] Hmm Hmm Hmm [Chorus] I Done Put Some Young Dumb Niggas On A Payroll Running With Them Dracos Coming From The Front And The Back Said It's Real In The Field When A Coach Send A Blitz Know A Nigga Gotta Go And Get A Quarter Back Sack Forty Go Grrratt You Ain't Certified In The HoodThen A Nigga Gone Take Your Pack Got Jack For Your Shit And Now Them Niggas On The Gram With Your Chain On They Neck Telling You To Get It Back Type Of Shit Is That Type Of Nigga Fold Under Pressure Couldn't Handle The Load On His Back You Knew He Was Telling I Give A Fuck What He Selling, How You Gone Buy From A Rat No Coming Back Now You Can't Hang On The Set We Ain't Rocking Like That You Don't Want Drama Likе You'll Get Hit With A Chopper Like That On My Sidе Of The Track [Verse] I Sent Your Bitch On The Road Make Her Go Give Me A Load And She Bring It Back Stunting In The Middle Of The Kitchen Butt Naked With Clothes Off New Jack City This Crack Stay The Fuck Up Out Of My Business I Ain't Really That Friendly Fuck Nigga We Ain't Cool Like That You Ain't Never Gone Get My Attention I Hear One Word That He Said He About No Racks (Naw On Gang) Fuck Niggas Ain't About No Racks Ain't Heard One Word That He Said Can't Give My Attention Because It Really Ain't About No Stacks (Naw On Gang) Real Niggas Don't Rock Like That I Give A Fuck About What You Said And I Heard That You Was Telling Don't Come On My Side Of The Tracks (Naw On Gang) Don't Come On My Side On The Tracks Got Thirties And Fifties And Macs I Stay With This Shit It's A Fact Your Shit Gone Get Pushed To The Back Not A Barber But I'm Quick To Line Up Your Fade This Stick A Come Out And Get Blazed Please Stay The Fuck Up Out My Way I Ain't Come Here To Play I'm About To Bust Up Your Bitch She Been Loving On Chris I'm About To Have That Ho Yelling Out Cane She On A Percocet 30 I Already Came And She Won't Stop Giving Me Brain Bird In The Air When I Chirp I Just Landed The Plane Niggas Come Copping Whole Thangs I Thought The Money Was Fake Had To Pull Out The Marker You Almost Got Hit With That Flame Making Me Wait I'm Impatient If We Gone Do Business You Should Have Been There When I Came Focus On Bitches And Gucci And Shopping And Balling I'm Telling You That Shit Is Lame Money Keep Calling And Calling My Pockets So Heavy Now They Lift Me Up With A Crane Jesus Keep Blessing And Telling Me Ain't No Mo Stressing And I Said High Low Be Thou Name [Chorus] I Done Put Some Young Dumb Niggas On A Payroll Running With Them Dracos Coming From The Front And The Back Said It's Real In The Field When A Coach Send A Blitz Know A Nigga Gotta Go And Get A Quarter Back Sack Forty Go Grrratt You Ain't Certified In The HoodThen A Nigga Gone Take Your Pack Got Jack For Your Shit And Now Them Niggas On The Gram With Your Chain On They Neck Telling You To Get It Back Type Of Shit Is That Type Of Nigga Fold Under Pressure Couldn't Handle The Load On His Back You Knew He Was Telling I Give A Fuck What He Selling, How You Gone Buy From A Rat No Coming Back Now You Can't Hang On The Set We Ain't Rocking Like That You Don't Want Drama Like You'll Get Hit With A Chopper Like That On My Side Of The Track