Numb/F.L.I.P

[Part 1: Numb] [Hook] Shit, now boy you got me to the point where I don't give a fuck Yeah, I know I was slippin' for a minute But it's funny cause you trippin' up And I don't care if niggas getting up You got me to the point where I don't give a fuck You could even call my phone but I ain't picking up Cause I remember I was riding ‘till a nigga caught them flats Ain’t nobody had my back, lose all my bitches half And they got me to the point where I don’t give a fuck [Verse] Man how it feel to be numb What, that sound crazy nigga numb is no feelings I’m so willing to steer these dudes the right way You know, spread my darkness in a bright way Looking for a wife hey, it's like I’m tryna find a wife When every bitch I like seem to be living for them likes Girl, it’s more than just your insta, that see the bigger picture Speaking of insta, finna gram with my niggas Making plans with my niggas Left my bitch and now it’s no stress I get to popping, now she watching, that’s my rolex It’s no rest when you tryna get your name out Niggas come from nooses, stupid I ain’t tryna hang out Especially with lame niggas I paint the picture, dip the brush up in my pain nigga Yeah bars to you niggas, strip you of your pride I’m like stars to you niggas Ain’t a secret on a Sunday, all these bitches get to twerking And niggas get to searching, but now we call that thirsting Man I swear twitter turn lyin' into talent Until then I’m a try and find balance [Outro] Shit if I was ever slippin’, know I got up And niggas keep putting them shots up But they ‘gon keep breaking and we ‘gon keep laughing ‘Cause they ‘gon keep tripping and we ‘gon sneak past ‘em Mothafuck ‘em though, it go cut the pussy niggas or you is one Stingy with the fucks, bro you know I ain’t finna give none I said you know I ain’t finna give none [Part 2: F.L.I.P] [Verse] Man I’m never simpin’ it’s against the flip laws Shit bitches deserve to get dogged, just by definition They seen the hoes taking over, I see less of women Welcome to Cali, lemme take you on this expidition This is where niggas mob at, for sure you could get robbed at A pussy nigga get clapped and we applaud that Man I’m probably in the hood with a terrible run Or the same city Harold was from No disrespect but I don’t care who shot 50 See we was more concerned with who shot Ricky Boyz N’ The Hood when we was boys in the hood A nigga snitched and brought the boys to the hood It’s all bad now, but you could get it if you asked for it Don’t try to trip without a passport Man I swear that I’m a present to the street And never fail, they ain’t 'effing with the beast