Flippa - Cap 1, Young Dolph, OJ Da Juiceman

Pack touch down I’ma flip it

Whip without the chip, I’ma flip it

Birds 33, Scottie Pippen

Your girlfriend a goer, she a flippa

Pack touch down I’ma flip it

Got that whip without the chip, I’ma flip it

And I still treatin' these bitches some strippers

And I’m still treatin' these bitches like a stripper (x3)

And them birds 33, Scottie Pippen

I still treat my bitches like a stripper

She bust me down with dome then I tip her (and what?)

If she don’t like me, she don’t like niggas

Don’t letcha girl come 'round me, I might hit her

Black Versace pants, gold zippers

Your main girl a goer, she a flippa

And I don’t love these, I don’t kiss 'em

I’m throwing out them zones like a pitcher

It’s 30 shot, to help you get the picture

A hundred pounds of mid, just sent them the picture

Got every chain on like, nigga, fuck it

Just sold a brick right out the parking lot at Publix

Birds for 33, like I’m Scottie Pippen

Catch me in the kitchen, straight drop chickens

House on the lake, but I’m still fishin'

Nail-shop trap, fishscale city

Trying to dodge prison, trying to see a million

But at the same time, trying to make a living

'Round these nigga turtles, they rats like Master Splinter

Counting all this lumber got me with a splinter

Headed to the Crest, with bricks in a Sprinter

Ballin' all summer, trapping all winter

Plus I keep more chickens;

Church’s & Mrs. Winner’s

And your girl dog?

(Ayyyyyyye!) She a flippa!

My bitch got a fat ass something like a stripper

If you on a paper route, then you something like me, nigga

Dope boy with a dope flow, bitch I’m a dope dealer

Yeah, I love my bitch, but I’ll still fuck yo ho, nigga

Sold your brother a pound and had a threesome with your sister

Fronted my nigga a 20 pack and told him Merry Christmas

I’m full of that sizzurp and your bitch gone on that liquor

I had her goin crazy say she feel it in her liver

Spent a hundred bands on designer and pistols

They hatin' but I don’t give a fuck 'cuz they ain’t fuckin' with us

In the middle of the gutter with the killers and the dealers

That’s that Paper Route Empire, you get the picture