FLIP FONE

[Intro]
Alright, hold it right there, gentlemen
There isn't gonna be any fight today
Break it up, people
Go on home

[Chorus]
F-F-First off, let me cry about it
You should keep throwing shade, don't be shy about it
How about an uppercut under your chinbone?
I'll fold you, motherfucker, like a flip phone
I said, first off, let me cry about it
You should keep throwing shade, don't be shy about it
How about an uppercut under your chinbone?
I'll fold you, motherfucker, like a flip phone

[Verse 1]
I hope the mouths keep running, been a long time coming
From all the way back to grade school
"Hey, fool!" Me, fool?
"You, fool, the new dude
Step right up, motherfucker, I'ma fool you"
That's what the kids used to say
Just minding my business, but bullied every day
You know, it's tragic, really
Yeah, I know it's shitty
When I'm running from my life, near something like Ricky
And every situation is getting kind of sticky
Got a fist full of rage, and a tank full of misery
Hickory dickory dock, yuh
My eyes stay on the clock, yuh
I'm locked in the bathroom stall, yuh
Only two more hours then I'm off, yuh
Fuck these motherfuckers, I'ma do me
They don't got a damn clue what they got coming

[Chorus]
F-F-First off, let me cry about it
You should keep throwing shade, don't be shy about it
How about an uppercut under your chinbone?
I'll fold you, motherfucker, like a flip phone
I said, first off, let me cry about it
You should keep throwing shade, don't be shy about it
How about an uppercut under your chinbone?
I'll fold you, motherfucker, like a flip phone

[Post-Chorus]
"I'll fold you, motherfucker, like a flip phone?
Like a flip phone? Oh shit, go"

[Verse 2]
From traumas to commas, I'ma come at that bitch
I spit raw, rip, trust
Criss-cross, motherfuckers, get lost
Hip-tossed bitches in the gutter
My temper can't get to me nowadays
But I got a little feeling it's built up rage
So do me a favor, look the other way
I might fuck around, put my fist to your face (I just might)
Ha, psych! You idiot
I was just curious if you thought I was serious
Actually, I chew up bitches who run their mouth
Like gum on the desk in a dirty schoolhouse
*Spit*
Whose house is it now?
You don't say the same shit back on the playground
Don't run it up, 'cause I ran it up
And I don't fuck with you amateurs
Sideline you little bitches, you examiners

[Chorus]
F-F-First off, let me cry about it
You should keep throwing shade, don't be shy about it
How about an uppercut under your chinbone?
I'll fold you, motherfucker, like a flip phone
I said, first off, let me cry about it
You should keep throwing shade, don't be shy about it
How about an uppercut under your chinbone?
I'll fold you, motherfucker, like a flip phone

[Outro]
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
You're not done over here, pussy!
Let's finish