Lil Flip

[Chorus]
I don't know why you text my phone, I ain't even wreck the bitch
Nigga I don't want your hoe, I swear to god I'll buy your bitch
I feel in love with money and these sticks, on some gangster shit
I swear this chopper skate, how it hit it's gon' kickflip
I'm who they want, swear to god I feel like Lil Flip
Yeah, don't blow my phone if you ain't callin' about some money shit
Smokin' on this strong, yeah, we rollin' up your partner dem'

[Verse]
No we don't fuck with them, ball, yeah, above the rim
I'm droppin' bags and leavin' stains, nigga this some normal shit
I swear to god I'm so damn fresh, a nigga on some manic shit
Yeah, I got all these sticks, yeah, I can't go likе Tip
No I can't go for that, nigga I can't go for shit
Needa' worry about your fuckin' money, not no fuckin' bitch
I get that nigga still, I ain't worried bout' shit
4-5's and chopsticks, thе same shit we hit your block with
Swear to god these niggas lame as fuck, they are not it
We just got the load, spin, then we drop shit
[?] look like fuckin' hockey sticks
I'm who they want, I swear to god I feel like Lil Flip

[Chorus]
I don't know why you text my phone, I ain't even wreck the bitch
Nigga I don't want your hoe, I swear to god I'll buy your bitch
I feel in love with money and these sticks, on some gangster shit
I swear this chopper skate, how it hit it's gon' kickflip
I'm who they want, swear to god I feel like Lil Flip
Yeah, don't blow my phone if you ain't callin' about some money shit
Smokin' on this strong, yeah, we rollin' up your partner dem'

[Outro]
We don't fuck with them