Flippa

[Intro: Cap-1] Flippa [Hook: Cap-1 & 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 [Verse 1: Cap-1] 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: OJ Da Juiceman] 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! [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Dolph] 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 [Hook]