JUICE Freestyle by Flincity TIP Lyrics
[Intro]
Aye
Aye, y'all know what the fuck going on, man
Got gang in this bitch, man, aye
Aye, Aye
[Verse]
I’m back at it, playing with numbers like mathematics
Running the trap, call me athletic
I'm in the trap and I'm flipping bands
Moving them pots, and I’m flipping pans
Sleeping on me, they off extra xans
Boy, is that TIP off of Instagram?
Try something funny, and I flip his ass
Now his ass dead, R.I.P his mans
Quick to put a fuck nigga in a casket, boy that shit tragic
And that's facts
Quick to fuck on a bitch, disappear, aye, boy that shit magic
I don't know why, but niggas gon' hate
Funds must be low, better go hit the bank
If I see the money, you know I'm gon' chase
This can't be no race, that Hellcat come from space
That bitch hitting twosome, only touch a few buttons
Hit the gas twice and it took me to space
Only exotic, my shit hit like chronic, backwoods the OG and I smoke to the face
After I hit a lick, I say my grace
Before she suck dick, she gotta say her grace
I got the juice like 2Pac, Omar, OJ, and a fucking juice box, aye
Pull on your block with a boombox, all you hear is bltt lalala boom baiii, aye
Won told me "TIP, your time is right now. These rappers is prey, better go on the prowl"
These niggas is gay and they jacking our style, bring out them cannons, my clip be so wild
Pants cost a thou, my shirt for $350, spent a little grip just to get spiffy
Just to get spiffy
[Outro]
Aye, y'all know what the fuck going on man
It’s your boy TIP in this bitch, man
Flincity shit man, Honcho gang shit man
Aye, aye, aye
Aye
Aye, y'all know what the fuck going on, man
Got gang in this bitch, man, aye
Aye, Aye
[Verse]
I’m back at it, playing with numbers like mathematics
Running the trap, call me athletic
I'm in the trap and I'm flipping bands
Moving them pots, and I’m flipping pans
Sleeping on me, they off extra xans
Boy, is that TIP off of Instagram?
Try something funny, and I flip his ass
Now his ass dead, R.I.P his mans
Quick to put a fuck nigga in a casket, boy that shit tragic
And that's facts
Quick to fuck on a bitch, disappear, aye, boy that shit magic
I don't know why, but niggas gon' hate
Funds must be low, better go hit the bank
If I see the money, you know I'm gon' chase
This can't be no race, that Hellcat come from space
That bitch hitting twosome, only touch a few buttons
Hit the gas twice and it took me to space
Only exotic, my shit hit like chronic, backwoods the OG and I smoke to the face
After I hit a lick, I say my grace
Before she suck dick, she gotta say her grace
I got the juice like 2Pac, Omar, OJ, and a fucking juice box, aye
Pull on your block with a boombox, all you hear is bltt lalala boom baiii, aye
Won told me "TIP, your time is right now. These rappers is prey, better go on the prowl"
These niggas is gay and they jacking our style, bring out them cannons, my clip be so wild
Pants cost a thou, my shirt for $350, spent a little grip just to get spiffy
Just to get spiffy
[Outro]
Aye, y'all know what the fuck going on man
It’s your boy TIP in this bitch, man
Flincity shit man, Honcho gang shit man
Aye, aye, aye