Posture

Lyrics

[Intro: Skippa Da Flippa] QC! Flippa! [Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa] Rich nigga meal eating shrimp, steak, and lobster The hoe tried to flex I told her bitch check her posture Money team the pot beat it just like a boxer Dab so hard I think that I need an Oscar Takeoff pull up so I stay activated I stay with the pints nigga fuck getting faded These niggas will do anything to get famous Givenchi my body, Steve Madden my lady (Flippa!) Please check your posture Hoe check your posture Burberry my jeans, I don't do the dockers How David Beckham kick it, I don't play soccer Please check your posture Bitch check your posture So many babies, I might need a walker It's only real niggas I got on my roster [Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa] Flippa! John Travolta chopper re-range ya posture No Ferragamo you gone need a doctor My wrist is a monster, my dab is so crazy And not to mention that my posture's proper Two twin choppers when I shoot, it's hot lava Tatted like a white boy, no Travis Barker Bitch with a fat ass, I'ma' call her ms. Parker Write a script to a movie you know that Flippas' the author Triple cup and backwood while I'm performing Perfect preparation prevents the performance Sniff the whole 8-ball if you got endurance So cover ya' hoe just like you her insurance Perfect posture take a trip to Bermuda Lay em' down in 60 seconds, I'm the shooter Fish fillet Uzi gone turn ya' to tuna My real nigga stand up but I am no Luda Posture dab when I sell a slab So much drank, like I own the lab Posture penny perfect, you can't do the math I capped off every bag when I was selling swag Givenchi skinnies when I shoot the semi Her postures' a little off when she hit the hemi Ain't nothing rented and the Wraith is tented Posture perfect when I handle business [Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa] Rich nigga meal eating shrimp, steak, and lobster The hoe tried to flex I told her bitch check her posture Money team the pot beat it just like a boxer Dab so hard I think that I need an Oscar Takeoff pull up so I stay activated I stay with the pints nigga fuck getting faded These niggas a do anything to get famous Givenchi my body, Steve Madden my lady (Flippa!) Please check your posture Hoe check your posture Burberry my jeans, I don't do the dockers How David Beckham kick it, I don't play soccer Please check your posture Bitch check your posture So many babies, I might need a walker It's only real niggas I got on my roster [Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Hoodrich...Pablo Juan Whippin' babies having bottles like toddlas' Me and Skippa eating lobster pasta Me and Guapo pull up on the cookie monster Shoot at these niggas, my aim good posture Can't go nowhere without baby choppa' Trappin' been seen me, the streets on lock Esé just sent me like twenty blocks I'ma' hit the pot, I'm John Hancock Whip with a posture correct Sending dope through the correctional officer Probably on the percocet Pouring up Hi-Tech, straight from glass bottles I like how she stand in them red bottoms Go to New York just to go to Barney's Fifty pointers on the rollie it's on me Check my posture like I came from the corna' Still havin' brick but don't tell nobody Sensei black belt in karate Give it to Skippa he flippin' on Jimmy Carter Makin' the pancake, just add water A Migo I play like a Charger Shoot it from wet pump, beat down in Florida I'm a OG like my nigga Parker Christian Louboutin, I'm walking in slaughter [Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa] Rich nigga meal eating shrimp, steak, and lobster The hoe tried to flex I told her bitch check her posture Money team the pot beat it just like a boxer Dab so hard I think that I need an Oscar Takeoff pull up so I stay activated I stay with the pints nigga fuck getting faded These niggas a do anything to get famous Givenchi my body, Steve Madden my lady (Flippa) Please check your posture Hoe check your posture Burberry my jeans, I don't do the dockers How David Beckham kick it, I don't play soccer Please check your posture Bitch check your posture So many babies, I might need a walker It's only real niggas I got on my roster [Verse 3: Quavo] Quavo... Birds sang like the Opera Fifty bricks on the helicopter Making power plays for the dollar Went to the mall spent a grip on a posture I am the honcho, I do not acknowledge ya' I'm in Givenchi, I used to wear Nautica Walk in the hood and they tell me I'm proud of ya' I'm whippin' up white girl, call that hoe Nadia Bitch you betta knock at that door, what the fuck ? We get it a hundred percent and we send it straight up In a dice game I bet I won't buck I started with fifty and now I'm way up When I grab the choppa I go get the nuts I can't love the women in benji's I trust Iced out the rollie like a hockey puck I just wanna fuck her and give her right up You can have the big ring cause I want the world cup We came out of nowhere like volcano rupt Bag up the cookie it's smelling like must I'm taking yo iPhone in case you snap up You taking our posture like you sign to us You be the one to put three in yo blunt Hundred thousand on me, feel like a monk Heavy metal on me never been punked [Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa] Rich nigga meal eating shrimp, steak, and lobster The hoe tried to flex I told her bitch check her posture Money team the pot beat it just like a boxer Dab so hard I think that I need an Oscar Takeoff pull up so I stay activated I stay with the pints nigga fuck getting faded These niggas a do anything to get famous Givenchi my body, Steve Madden my lady (Flippa!) Please check your posture Hoe check your posture Burberry my jeans, I don't do the dockers I'm David Beckham kick it, I don't play soccer Please check your posture Bitch check your posture So many babies, I might need a walker It's only real niggas I got on my roster