Flip'n On My Block

[talking]

Yeah, I go by the name Lil Flip

(that's right), me and my nigga Greg Street

It's from Texas, to ATL, yeah

[Lil Flip]

(on my block), them niggas jamming Flip and 'Face

And don't nobody have muscles, but we all moving weight

(on my block), where the dopefiends let you rent they car

And if you got the biggest rocks, you the neighborhood star

So holla at a nigga, when you get your check

And if it's 800 dollars, you about to triple that

(on my block), we staying up playing dominoes

And we got boosters in the hood, that be selling fake clothes

That's how the game go, when you living in my city

And niggas in the hood, they don't show no pity

So don't act hot seditty, when you see me at a show

And the reason we don't hang, cause you act like a hoe

(on my block), the little kids they be smoking weed

And if you go to sleep, they coming to steal your ten speed

I'm from the C to the L-O-V-E-R-Land

And where I'm from (Cloverland), bitch I'm the man

[Hook]

On my block, everybody on the corner hustling

On my block, niggas pulling up on them buttons

On my block, we getting that money fa sheezy

I cant leave freestyling alone, the game need me

[Lil Flip]

(on my block), you might see my nigga Greg Street

In a black G-Wagon, or that black Bentley

Or you might see my nigga, C-Note in the drop

You might see my nigga, Will-Lean on the block

You might see my nigga, Rebel at the Chop Shop

You might see my nigga D, at the Barber Shop

You might see my niggas, on Groden shooting hoops

Or you might see my nigga T.A.Z., rolling in a Coupe

You might see my nigga Dre, from S.A

Or you might see my nigga Ken, at Quickway

Or you might see the cops, just rolling through the hood

Trying to bust another nigga, when they see you living good

[Hook]

[Lil Flip]

You got dope dealers and crackheads, with bumps in they face

We drive fo' wheelers on flat beds, so nigga let's race

And we can't catch a case, cause we got the best lawyers

And I spit dead in your face, now that's some gangsta shit for ya

And to my fans, who really buy my shit

I appreciate the love, cause y'all made me rich

And if it wasn't for y'all, I wouldn't be shit

So I'ma hold this shit down, for the Screwed Up Click

On my block, ha-ha, ha-ha