[Chorus: Curly Savv]
I whip and I flip and it's sold
I put the bricks on the road
I call up the plug for a o
I get to the money they know
I whip and I flip and it's sold
I put the bricks on the road
I call up the plug for a o
I get to the money they know

[Verse 1: Curly Savv]
Diamonds from Cuba
Dope from L.A.,
I'm steady flexing
The crib on a lake
She give me top
While I'm eating a steak
Don't need a hug
Make her give me my space
Top of the game
I'm alone
Hop on the court
Dribble the ball
Shooting a three
Then I'm gone
Look at the score
We got it all
You do not know what I did for this shit
Used to sleep on the floor with the bugs and the shit
Most of these n***as bumping this shit
Don't make a move when I'm toting a grip
I show no love for the ops
I whip and I flip on the block
No check when I run from the cops
Blow back and I call in a swap

[Verse 2: Dah Dah]
Lil n***a, don't be a fool
Toting Uzis got me on my Ps and Qs
Run up on 'em
Ima make a move
Call him ABC
Cause he made the news
When he holding D
Don't know what to do
If the tank on E
Ima hop out
And I don't give a F if the cops out
I'm a G, cause I tote with the Glock out
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My n***as all strapped
And my shit still flow
Packs still coming
And this shit stay strong
And the work still move
I just gotta say go
Shawty wanna fuck
N***a I can say, "No"
Trap still jumping
Putting bricks on the road
I whip but I flip and I ship to the store
I get to the dough
N***a you know
[Chorus: Curly Savv]
I whip and I flip and it's sold
I put the bricks on the road
I call up the plug for a o
I get to the money they know
I whip and I flip and it's sold
I put the bricks on the road
I call up the plug for a o
I get to the money they know

[Verse 3: Dah Dah]
No, I don't got a record deal
I'm too busy running from the cops
Playing with my life
I gotta stop
I be calling drama with the ops
Head fucked up
I smoke a lot
Momma always fussing with my pops
If you a real n***a, you will watch
We done came up and shake the block
Me and Curly
That's a manslaughter
Groupie bitches
Make the fans larger
New deals
I demand order
Middle man
Don't make your mans call us
Talking money
What you talking about?
[?]
Walk 'em in
Ima walk 'em out
And Ima stalk 'em to the house
So young
But I'm still with the commotion
Pass me the strap
Ain't think I could hold it
Beefing in my school everyday
Gotta tote it
Know I'm from the floss
My bitch stay [?]
When she ride dick
Tell my bitch, "Keep focus"
Ops trying to lurk
Tell my mans, "Keep [?]"
Fuck a red light
Spin through, keep going
Never jump right, and my shit stay frozen
[Verse 4: Curly Savv]
Pause
Better drop there
Deuce for my n***as that's not here
Please be aware, don't want it this a hot year
We do not speak to the cops there
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How you hating on the kid
I just got here
I was trying to chill and work on my tape
N***as fucked up when they said my name
Trying to take my clout
And get to the fame
So much heat
And the fans can't wait
Whole lot of shots
How many can you take?
Yeah I go dumb
Lil n***a don't play
So please just hold on
I be moving through the streets
I got a pole on me
Ain't no stopping
So these bitches can't roll on me
1 call and my n***as 'gon go for me
They 'gon blow for me