(featuring Ken)
Flip - talking] Still Ye, we still Still ballin', Ye, real of ballin'
Flip] I'm ballin', like trick daddy and pac up in the big do' caddy drop So top that, I bet you cop that I let you niggaz eat, now I want my back Nigga, I the streets, I bring the Yo bitch can't be a muslim, she suckin' me Balls, I crawl, down to see ya'll smokin' I get love, way down in Oakland Feel my pain, and feel my Give me ten minutes, I'll ya a hit Just give me a drawin', give me a And watch me drop some tight ass Still ballin', we change to diamonds you knw they callin' Twenty inch sprewells still So mean lil flip is ballin' I you see the car, you see the ride You in my eyes, you see I'm high The beef, thinkin' I'm slippin' But the reason I'm up, is I sippin' I to have a golden smile Now I fuck wit golden I to school, I graduated Nineteen nine I navigated out the lincoln, iceberg swaggin' Yeah I got money, so it ain't braggin' Niggaz be hatin', over hoes that I'm I'm freestylin', this is Bitch ass wanna act like they hard Everybody in the world, know you Oh, you too old for that shit, you need to grow the up Nah, but on the real you need to the fuck up Or the fuck up, and get out the game I'm michael Jordan, and I want another rang And I know you mad, 'cause I'm the I know you like to stirred, but it can't be bitch!
Flip - talking] Haha, ballin' Haha, ya boi lil flip the new underground shit Straight freestyles Niggaz ain't on battle rap shit no mo some records You can be the best nigga but if you can't sell no records, they gon ya Now that record, one single I run the south, Shout out to my niggaz Motherfuckin' Dallas, Houston We ballin', Feel me, up Texas You how we do