Bout That Bacon

[Hook – Chinx & Flip] Bitch, I told 'em I was all about that bacon Got that Maserati swerving and your bitches for the taking Flip, tell 'em Bitch, I told 'em I was all about that bacon strip Bacon still caking, we them Coke Boys bitch Chinx, tell 'em [Verse 1 – Chinx] I'm from the other side where other guys don't walk through much Hopping on the money like whatever they need another ten they come to us Scared niggas see us, get them bubble guts My gang real, just turned down my fifth deal Styling on the majors, whips in different flavors Driving with no papers, yeah, I'm lawless Fans might recall this, said you put that work in that little one, I don’t recall it Bitches on my tip, prezys in my grip, traffic in that trip Got you bitch strapped by that waist, bet she bring back all the, bring back all that grip I swear to God I wake up tripping, money talking to me Interrogation DA debate and they offer for me My little homie stepped wrong and got his cap peeled The shooter sped off in that 12 [?] with them black wheels That's how the gang turn, lanes burn Real niggas get money, bitch niggas can't get shit from it [Hook] [Verse 2 – Flip] They call me Coke Boy Flip, see I’m addicted to stunting Get em in by the bricks and I break them down into onions You know the block is still moving, 22 packs in a week That's 22 [?] grams each, six hundred a piece I'm 'bout my bacon, word to my momma I Katrina these niggas, you know Louisiana So you don't wanna get caught up in that [?] As I knock on your door with that four four with the intentions to get paid, ah And when I'm done, I had that Masi' swerving [?] that’s five fifty, had them bitches slurping And that’s for certain, so don’t get it confused I'm a coke boy, bitch, and I'm oh so rude [Hook]