F. P.izza F.actory

[Intro]
DJ Flippp, make the money flip!

[Chorus]
Bitch I got that bass, hit your face, get out my face
I got bitches on the way, thirty down to fornicate
Got my Vans on, and they Fear of God
I don't fuck with opps, bitch I’m rock solid
You got a big head, look like big rocks
Hit you with big scope, praying my shit lock
If you want bloodshed, then you can have it
I'm a fucking maverick, pull up with a savage
And my time be moving slow just like my wrist watch
And these bitches wanna kick it, 'til I lift off
Couple diamonds on my chest just standing real tall
Glocks and semi-automatics with a big drum
Yeah

[Verse]
Bitch I got that bass, hit your face, get out my face
Hit you with the gauge, stay out of my way
In the trunk I keep a K, oh
All I do is play, oh
All I do is play, oh (yeah)
Fuck the hate, I’m getting paid out
In this life, we must create, oh
Then we set the world ablaze, oh
I wish I can feel your pain, oh
In the trunk, I got a ray, oh
You're the storm and I'm the rain, oh
My (?) to my (?), oh
Fuck Pizza Factory, I want my check
Where's my 40, where's my pizza, where's my breadsticks at?
Pulled up hungry in that bitch, I want my money back
Out of pocket, bitch I'm angry, bitch give my shit back
Pulled up slick to my table, ripped it out my hands
It was two beers, stupid bitch, get off my back
Then she threw that shit away, like what the fuck, relax
If you put it in my face and on my plate, step back
I ain't going sad today, I need my two beers back
Fuck Pizza Factory, your shit don’t hit, it’s wack
I ain't going sad today, I need my two beers back
Fuck Pizza Factory, your shit don’t hit, it's wack
Hahaha

[Outro]
Aye, shoutout all my fucking followers, you feel me
Aye, fuck Pizza Factory, you feel me
Aye, shoutout to all my boys
Huh
My nigga DPatt, my nigga (?), Nanks, yuh
Shoutout to DJ Flippp