Flip sh*t lyrics

by

​​idontknowjeffery


[Verse 1: Chris Travis]

n*gga's keep asking sh*t, n*gga's keep talking
I don't ask for their two cents
b*tch you cheap talking
Boy I'm always alert, even when I'm a sleep walking
But I'm never sleep walking, cause I'm wide awake
b*tch, I'm getting to the money, just text don't call
n*gga's fallin' off the top, get a grip, don't fall
I'ont ever carry cash, so I make withdraws
Like a motherf*ckin' lean addict, an they sippin' on qual
I done been through the game
I done ran through this b*tch
Like a sl*t tryna f*ck every n*gga that there is
n*gga's tellin' me to chill, I don't know what the deal is
Smokin' in the hills, asking b*tches where my meals is
Put it on the table, watch a young n*gga kill sh*t
Still with my n*gga's on some silly ass clique sh*t
b*tch I’m on fire like your thumb made a bic flick
Posted with your b*tch, thinkin' about making a big flick

[Hook: Chris Travis x2]

Hol' up
Talk sh*t b*tch
Get a big lip, show up
Give me four zips, make the sh*t flip
Smoke up
Got grams hanging out the tips, big blunts
b*tch you smoking trees by the damn limp
(b*tch an we smoking trees by the limp)
[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
You have that b*tch, she f*cked up
You lucked up
Only one me, I'm good n*gga, like so what?
Hoes on me from Japan back to the Nova
Waterboyz b*tch I promise we swimming global
Put this sh*t on me, have an option when it's ova
Put yo' hand on me, I'm cuttin' sh*t off your shoulder
Havin' bad days, just when I'm sober
b*tch I'm independent but I'm getting plenty of exposure
n*gga's be spitting, but they timid, they really ova
Young Chris Travis, I'm drifting along the coast, bruh
Being on team, made em'
A couple posers
A couple years later we showin' up on your posters
b*tch I'm poppin' outta the tomb, just like a toaster
Beating ya, so get what ya want, so try an start something
Either way I'm in a cocoon
They tryna sprout something
So don't f*ck up my mood, if you around us

[Hook: Chris Travis x2]

Hol' up
Talk sh*t b*tch
Get a big lip, show up
Give me four zips, make the sh*t flip
Smoke up
Got grams hanging out the tips, big blunts
b*tch you smoking trees by the damn limp
(b*tch an we smoking trees by the limp)
b*tch
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