Letter to Flippa lyrics

[Intro]
Uh (Thermo with that heat, ayy)

[Chorus]
Uh, Big Flippa, uh (Big Flippa)
Big Flippa, I'm f*cked up, I miss you, uh (I miss you)
Hell nah, I don't need me no tissue (Need me no tissue)
I'm stuck in the streets tryna handle the issue, uh (Handle the issue)
I keep a— on the back of my pistol (My pistol)
That's an automatic pistol (Pistol)
These n*ggas cappin', they really wasn't with you (Uh)
Don't trust these n*ggas, your killer might be standin' next to you when you take pictures
Big Flippa, uh (Big Flippa)
Big Flippa, I'm f*cked up, I miss you, uh (I miss you)
Hell nah, I don't need me no tissue (Need me no tissue)
I'm stuck in the streets tryna handle the issue, uh (Handle the issue)
I keep a— on the back of my pistol (My pistol)
That's an automatic pistol (Pistol)
Thеse n*ggas cappin', they really wasn't with you (Uh)
Don't trust thеse n*ggas, your killer might be standin' next to you when you take pictures

[Verse]
Uh, uh, I fullied my chopper and I fullied my pistol (Fullied my pistol)
Run up on Unccc, crop your ass out the picture (Get him outta there)
I been on this sh*t before I got up with you (No cap)
I put this sh*t on like I'm Dolph every time that I take me a picture (I put this sh*t on)
Uh, uh, I'm a young rich dripper (I put this sh*t on)
Uh, I'm a young rich villain, kill your ass out a Fisker (Brrt)
Hit your ass with this fully and tear up your tissue (Brrt)
Uh, uh, b*tch, I'm Bigg Unccc, I'm the hardest (Hardest)
And I'm so heartless (Heartless), I'm not your average artist (No cap)
I was gon' get rich this year irregardless (sh*t irregardless)
I was just f*cked up and starvin', uh (No cap)
But you had reached out and you came and saved a n*gga
Uh, you told me to rap and you told me be patient, n*gga
Uh, but I was tryna turn these n*ggas to patients, n*gga
But you ain't wanna listen, now my heart is vacant, n*gga (No cap)
Me and Lil E was just stuck in the vacant, n*gga (Uh)
Servin' that sh*t, but nah, I'm not a waiter, n*gga (Uh, uh)
I got good aim, my gun don't got a laser, n*gga (Uh-uh)
I was just smokin' his mans, tryna hop out and face a n*gga (Uh, uh, uh)
They ain't even tryna slide (Uh-uh)
You ain't shot sh*t, n*gga, shut up, be quiet (Shut up, be quiet)
I seen so much sh*t, I sit back and get high (Uh, get high)
So much on my mind, you can see in my eyes (Uh, uh)
Paper Route Gang, yeah, it's time to get [?][1:22] (Paper Route Gang)
Guns, money, dope, that's what influenced me (n*gga, that's what influenced me)
This rap sh*t ain't nothin', this sh*t is not new to me (This sh*t is not new to me)
Uh, go get out and slide, give a n*gga a eulogy
Uh, yup, yup, make a n*gga a t-shirt (A t-shirt)
Uh, took off on the plug, n*gga, now I got free work (Trap, free work)
I handle that 5.56 like an expert (Uh, an expert)
Give me a couple months, then check my net worth
Uh, I burn the ho head and I make that ho neck hurt (Her head hurt)
Uh, I crack a smile and I make your ho hit first
Uh, I jumped off the porch, left the industry headfirst (Headfirst)
Uh, while you in the house watchin' Cartoon Network (Yeah, let's go)
Uh, b*tch, I'm Bigg Uncc, I'm the PRE draft pick (Number one draft pick)
Yeah, the PRE draft pick (Number one draft pick)
I'm the one shootin' sh*t like I'm a draft pick, yup, an NBA draft pick (Uh, uh, let's go)
Pull up, send shots, and I leave your ass nasty (This sh*t'll get nasty)
Slam on your motherf*ckin' basket, uh (Leave you dizzy, your head)
I pop me a Perc' and I pop me an Addy
Uh, pop another Perc', now I feel drastic, yup (Too high, let's go)
Young rich villain, I'm livin' my life like Young Dolph (Big Flippa)
I got my 5.56, finna hop in this straight and get lost (Uh, I'm gone)
I'm mixin' Gucci with J's, they say I'm throwed off
[Chorus]
Uh, Big Flippa, uh (Big Flippa)
Big Flippa, I'm f*cked up, I miss you, uh (I miss you)
Hell nah, I don't need me no tissue (Need me no tissue)
I'm stuck in the streets tryna handle the issue, uh (Handle the issue)
I keep a— on the back of my pistol (My pistol)
That's an automatic pistol (Pistol)
These n*ggas cappin', they really wasn't with you (Uh, wasn't with you)
Don't trust these n*ggas, your killer might be standin' next to you when you take pictures
Big Flippa, uh (Big Flippa)
Big Flippa, I'm f*cked up, I miss you, uh (I miss you)
Hell nah, I don't need me no tissue (Need me no tissue)
I'm stuck in the streets tryna handle the issue, uh (Handle the issue)
I keep a— on the back of my pistol (My pistol)
That's an automatic pistol (Pistol)
These n*ggas cappin', they really wasn't with you (Uh, wasn't with you)
Don't trust these n*ggas, your killer might be standin' next to you when you take pictures

[Outro]
Uh, your killer might be standin' next to you, n*gga, when you take your picture (Uh, uh, uh, yup)
Your killer might be standin' next to you, n*gga, when you take your picture (No cap)
Long live Big Flippa
Paper Route Empire
Bigg Unccc the hardest (Trust nobody 'cause I'm coldhearted, my young n*gga Bigg Unccc, b*tch, he the hardest)
Trust nobody 'cause I'm coldhearted, my young n*gga Bigg Unccc, b*tch, he the hardest