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lirik lagu flip the script – n2sap

[intro]
wooo
neaa
ahhh
“banom in da stu”
alright
look
10, ay

[verse]
10 thots
2 glocks
pistol whippin onna block
check the ap its money o’clock (phew)
call up plug ask what his stock (phew)
wrap a round sending sparks on yo block
banom cooked this sh*t betty crock
ahh
all you get is zeros you is tony snell (zero)
smokin runtz pack you can tell from the smell
cleats tied in the field run plays like odell
ain’t like yeat but we ah ring some bells
pray to the sky for this life not ah wishing well
if you tryna make some money hit me onna cell (woo)
sir. smoke a lot but i am not dave chappelle
we ah
we ah walk around like we young and goatеd (woo)
big ass trx we aimin out fully loaded (woo)
you is not one of thе greats you just hear it sugar coated (woo)
drank man get me right got me in this b*tch floatin (woo)
throw the bust down in the air weather turn to chilly (phew)
how we turn on that interstate you’d think its timmy (brrr)
got cheese and bread now but we ain’t from philly
you is silly if you think i ain’t gon touch a milli (milli)
make em dance like micheal with this k no billy (no billy)
and yo b*tch fat as f*ck she look like free w*lly
ha ha ha
aye, we ah tell em hold (deez nuts)
like, like i’m a monster i be holding three cups
gta level garage we ah pull up with steep trucks
you ain’t get no motion, no bucks you a sitting duck
f*ck the b*tch leave the crib she done threw a fuss
travel cross the states we on route sixty six
you ain’t bout sh*t you sweeter than a pixy stix (sweet)
he opened up that box to some tnt that’s a nifty gift
think i got carpel tunnel doc told me ice my wrist (ice)
so i had to do it
so we kickin thru it
kicking thru yo door we in unison
she got a fatty and she tooted it
like a wet match you ain’t the one that’s lit (nope)
heard yo snippet had to mute that sh*t
saw money at the end we had to sprint
they call me a cracker cause they salty like ritz
chip on my shoulder ain’t stopping till my name retired (woo)
bro i think he laced the drank sh*t got me wired (blahh)
neaa, ay
dark bags under my eyes from paper chasing (woo) i ain’t tired
how you gon say you got me when we know you don’t, lil liar
got fiends for this green i’m their one supplier
like we on the elevator we get higher and higher (yup)
ay
and we done flipped the script
b*tterfingers he let his grip slip
he talkin tough we sew his lips
not off the shrooms but these b*tches trip
bullets thru his afro he done got a clip
she wanna l!cky l!cky of this d*cky d*cky
bring the bottles out and get the b*tches tipsy tipsy
phew
took his grannies money and b*tterscotch
7fits of the week know i gotta color swap (woo)
if its beef we at the butcher its getting chopped (woo)
clean up on isle yo street, go n grab the mop
phew
neaa

- n2sap

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