Turn it up (ha ha ha)
Flimode (ha ha ha)
Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
All night
To my east niggas West Coast and dirty south,
we make ya wave your hands up high
Light Ls and drink some liquor it make ya wild out
All night
To my niggas and my bitches get money
If ya running with me
Wave your hands up high
A yo I cant see yall
You know we hang out in the streets yall
All night
Yes yes yall
I be the god up in the flesh yall
Bless yall
With nothing but the best yall
Finesse shit and leave the spot up in a mess yall
Bitches, you know the street shit caress yall
Sex yall
And put a bounce up in your breast yall
Yes yall we about to taste the success yall
And quiz niggas like a fucking drug test yall
And check yall
And let the livest niggas step in
I keep the burner, what you think Im turning mine in?
What the fuck,
Now all my live motherfuckers boggart or bring it straight to the front
And let me give yall niggas just what you want
More fire for ya fresh off the press
Shit blazing to death
Bitches lust talking under they breath
Hope you niggas know to put on your vest
Or get a hole in your chest
Who in this motherfucker
Take you a guess
Yeah-Yeah All my niggas
Yeah-yeah all my bitches
Yeah-yeah all my thugs
Yeah-yeah all my soldiers
Yeah-yeah all my honeys
Yeah-yeah all my playas
Yeah-yeah all my live niggas cmon
Yeah-yeah
The grand finale yall
Put it down and always repping for my family yall
What, lets form a nation wide rally yall
Of gutter niggas that will piss up in the alley yall
Fuck it, now I know you know my rep nigga
And how its hard to figure out my next step nigga
So step nigga, nigga sit your ass down
The way I mash down
Will only leave a legacy for me to pass down
Dont speak unless youre spoken to
Get broke in two
Flipmode we be the chosen few
Yeah nigga entrap yall
I know some niggas thatll clap yall
And strap yall
Up to a post and back slap yall
Put yall in a mailbox and leave open the flap yall
Thats the haps that make niggas take forever naps yall
Strap yall all up inside of your seatbelts
The beats felt like a fire watch the heat melt
Your patent leather stack cheddar nigga
Now or never
Better, whatever nigga feel this hot Beretta
Cause when we come you know we hit you with that shit for the head
With nough shit just like the Lox and the dread
Me and my niggas we be breaking this bread
With all the blood that we bled
See we was broke, now we flossing instead
The shit I drop will never leave you mislead
Might leave you tired of bed
Shit aint over till the party is dead
Yeah all my live bitches let me see you just
Wave your hands up high
And all my niggas running around getting pussy
All night
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