letra de flip (feat. apostle & illi) - od global
[verse: apostle]
you want it then i got it
you talk it, i walk it
you want a f-cking problem, we can solve it
ay, you ain’t really ’bout it but you want it
and i really got it, you can’t touch this
whipping up this work, i got a strap up by my belt
if you got a f-cking problem, let it out
or else i’ll walk up on your block and put you out
i’ll put a clip up in your chest ain’t no one in your clique can help
[verse 2: illi]
k!ll these rappers off, put them in a coffin
like my brain cells die from mary jane endorphins
yeah the sh-t i spit is crack and you n-ggas boring
one mixtape, call it f-cking world touring (yup, wow)
and when you hit your b-tch, you make it rain, and when i f-ck your b-tch the p-ssy pouring
one mixtape world touring
so you say the sh-t you spitting crack, right?
pull out the crack pipe, gave the bull a taste of that trap life
k!ll a n-gga then i dip off to my f-cking past life
this is past tight
breaking all these rocks down you can call that sh-t the guided light, and thats life
and my n-ggas get wavy, my n-ggas money is always gon’ be right
we just some n-ggas juggin’, don’t give a f-ck about nothin’ always on the grind ’cause that’s the motherf-ckin’ way of life
[verse 3: apostle]
ay, get the f-ck up out my face (can’t breathe)
ay, b-tch, ain’t no one said that you could say my name
you know that i’m rockin’
you know that we brought them glocks
get wet up, they always stay c-cked, b-tch
you ain’t really with the sh-ts so he talk like it
why you always want to act shocked when i pull up?
i pull up with that whole yoppa’
let that hoe pop off
get your whole block knocked off
i don’t give no f-cks ’bout you
if you say my name then you gon’ get glocks too
i do not care, i’ll pull up with that whole yoppa’
let one of ’em pop off
let ’em say something wrong
get they whole top knocked off
[verse 4: illi]
i said, b-tch get the f-ck out my face (bye)
ay, b-tch, didn’t i tell you that i need my sp-ce
f-ck out this place, before your body floating in outer sp-ce
b-tch you disgrace, whoa (lets get it, oh sh-t)
get this work and then we flip it, like a light switch b-tch
we get this work and then we flip it – we juggin’ – like a light switch b-tch
n-gga i’m getting it, stacking that paper to that ceiling
n-ggas got choppers hidden in closest
deposits, out of that bank b-tch, millions of dollars
and your b-tch is gon’ pop it, all on my d-ck my n-gga she got it
and them chanel bags, n-gga she rocking
n-gga no one is topping this
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