Flip It by Jiah Zuniga Lyrics
[Intro]
Born and raised, Southside of L.A
Whats the deal though
Mesmerized by all the gangs
Whats the deal foe
One a.m. Western and Fig
Whats the deal hoe
Ten year old don't know his daddy
That’s Willie Lynch though
[Verse: 1]
Pay your dues thats the only real way to get some loot
Homicide detectives asking questions, saying "Who pulled the Glock?"
Don't you know the phrase "I could never trust an Opp"? then please sir, can you get the fuck off the block
We traumatized from the pain, please don't let me get popped
Neighborhood pet ghetto bird, thats one hell of a threat
LAPD getting tedious when we say we’re incorrect
All of (323) in trouble when a 90210 house gets robbed, put this in a vlog, watch the entertainment while we weep and sob, we ain't never had no real job
We just the crabs in a bucket looking for a restaurant, lives getting snatched while our souls getting robbed
(while our souls getting robbed)
[Chorus 1:]
And when I get a bag, imma flip it
(aye, what)
I'm stingy with my trust, y'all be tripping
(y'all be tripping)
I'm seeing everything how y'all innocent
You blending in how the fuck you different?
[Verse 2:]
You salty with the hand shakes, I could never stand being around some fakes, nevertheless
You think you popping cause you rocking Guess?
I keep the swoosh on me just so you can run my checks
I'm stealth with my moves, you acting like I play to lose boy you’s a fool
Competition talking? All y’all boys is old news
I'm cutting bitches off they say I move like Johnny Wu, pain and gain for the fame, I’m playing for the rings that got my name, I'm balling like I hate the game, you still chasing that Cuban thing
Got ten different titles so my projects see the light of day, I'm chasing down this dream, I could give a fuck about the pay!
This ILLARTIST Records, yeah we real discrete, I make all the heat, we body shit while you beating on your meat, get on your...
(get on your)
[Chorus 2:]
And when I get a bag, imma flip it
(aye, what)
I'm stingy with my money, bitch you tripping
(bitch you tripping)
I’m scoring all my shots like I'm Pippen
(Scotty Pippen)
Interview the bitch like I'm pimpin
(like I'm pimpin)
Comma after comma you gone feel different
(I'm different)
And when I get a bag, imma flip it
(aye, what)
I'm stingy with my money, bitch you tripping
(bitch you tripping)
I'm scoring all my shots like I'm Pippen
(Scotty Pippen)
Interview the bitch like I'm pimpin
(like I'm pimpin)
Comma after comma you gone feel different
(I'm different)
Born and raised, Southside of L.A
Whats the deal though
Mesmerized by all the gangs
Whats the deal foe
One a.m. Western and Fig
Whats the deal hoe
Ten year old don't know his daddy
That’s Willie Lynch though
[Verse: 1]
Pay your dues thats the only real way to get some loot
Homicide detectives asking questions, saying "Who pulled the Glock?"
Don't you know the phrase "I could never trust an Opp"? then please sir, can you get the fuck off the block
We traumatized from the pain, please don't let me get popped
Neighborhood pet ghetto bird, thats one hell of a threat
LAPD getting tedious when we say we’re incorrect
All of (323) in trouble when a 90210 house gets robbed, put this in a vlog, watch the entertainment while we weep and sob, we ain't never had no real job
We just the crabs in a bucket looking for a restaurant, lives getting snatched while our souls getting robbed
(while our souls getting robbed)
[Chorus 1:]
And when I get a bag, imma flip it
(aye, what)
I'm stingy with my trust, y'all be tripping
(y'all be tripping)
I'm seeing everything how y'all innocent
You blending in how the fuck you different?
[Verse 2:]
You salty with the hand shakes, I could never stand being around some fakes, nevertheless
You think you popping cause you rocking Guess?
I keep the swoosh on me just so you can run my checks
I'm stealth with my moves, you acting like I play to lose boy you’s a fool
Competition talking? All y’all boys is old news
I'm cutting bitches off they say I move like Johnny Wu, pain and gain for the fame, I’m playing for the rings that got my name, I'm balling like I hate the game, you still chasing that Cuban thing
Got ten different titles so my projects see the light of day, I'm chasing down this dream, I could give a fuck about the pay!
This ILLARTIST Records, yeah we real discrete, I make all the heat, we body shit while you beating on your meat, get on your...
(get on your)
[Chorus 2:]
And when I get a bag, imma flip it
(aye, what)
I'm stingy with my money, bitch you tripping
(bitch you tripping)
I’m scoring all my shots like I'm Pippen
(Scotty Pippen)
Interview the bitch like I'm pimpin
(like I'm pimpin)
Comma after comma you gone feel different
(I'm different)
And when I get a bag, imma flip it
(aye, what)
I'm stingy with my money, bitch you tripping
(bitch you tripping)
I'm scoring all my shots like I'm Pippen
(Scotty Pippen)
Interview the bitch like I'm pimpin
(like I'm pimpin)
Comma after comma you gone feel different
(I'm different)