Big Flipper ft. Dreskii Lyrics

It's been a long lil' minute since I was sittin' on that benches

Nigga do not hit me up if it's not about business

Gave brodie a zip, he gave it back plus interest

I ain't trippin' bout a bad bitch, I put her in a spinner

Big flipper, got a hundred bands with me in the sprinter

Rolled an eighth in the wood, I ain't even get a splinter

I ain't trapped in a month, I'm just sittin' on them bitches

Do not hand me a Glock and forget about the switches

Do not hit me a thot, I'm gon' get it if I feel it

Run around off the red, it's not in my best interest

If the bitch wanna walk

If the bitch wanna walk, I just crop her out the picture

I know his ass lackin' cause he popped too many scripts

I gave his ass a P, couldn't even make it flip

I had the ball, hog it, couldn't get an assist

Big flipper, Dreskii, always get it off the rip

Dude talkin' cheese, couldn't even cop a fuckin' zip

Soon as I touched down, shorty ate the whole dick

I'm a rapper now, can you put my face on some chips

I'm strapped in, like Melo on the Knicks

Broke nigga, hold his man's cheese in a picture

I won't sign a deal, unless I see ten figures

I got a big bankroll, I made her mad, she need a snickers

I'm the craziest to do it, nigga, check me out on Insta

That's trap, fam, vey for you niggas, but I don't trap

You should wear a hat in the booth, all you do is rap

Mickey ears on a clip, nigga, strictly for the rats

Fuck Bonner Springs, finna put it in the past

Me, Dotte and Dre, that's a three-headed snake

Let a fake nigga leave, I ain't have to use rake

You gotta be real, nigga, that's just what it takes

You can call the shots when you're givin' sauce on a plays

Pass it to my mans, so you know that she a eater

Cold as hell in the booth, dawg, I think we need a heater

I'm reckless as hell, I sip it out the liter

Diamonds dancin', look like I just jumped out the freezer

I love niggas that look like Lester, they some creepers

How you talkin' shit? And I'll ring you out your sneakers

Back in school, I used to argue with the teachers

Now niggas pay me cheese for the features

Left it, this bitch mouth, she got to sing like Aretha

Ain't shit to cut you off, lil' bitch, I don't need ya

Young nigga high as hell, spent the band on some sneakers

I'm a three-time champion, niggas chillin' in the bleachers

Niggas lyin' to the mic, you a Hall of Fame capper

Yeah, I spit big facts, I'm a Hall of Fame rapper

I'm hittin' Brody, bitch, you can get her right after

These niggas sleep, I woke em' up, no napping

Vey plus a bad bitch, what you think happen

That was your bro, and he switched, nigga, what the fuck happened

Yeah, used to trap, I got it chillin' in my mattress

Niggas broke as hell, steady sleepin' on yo mattress