Flip Out Video (MV)

Let Me Talk My Shit!!!!!!!

Turn the highs up, turn the bass up.
Bring a groupie in the booth to get her face f*cked.
Throw a nigga out the window, I mean face first.
If he get up, turn his wig into a lace front.
That's what happens when you run around out here owing niggaz.
It's going down, 737 Boeing niggaz.
Plain as day, it's plain to see.
I ain't with the f*ck shit, don't be playing with me.
APNS, Them is 4 strong letters.
I'm about my cheese, my sauce, my lettuce.
Got the game on freeze, sub zero's weather.
My whole world iced out, what could be more better.
Liquor overflow my cup like the fountain of youth.
I'm in they mutha f*cking face, they still doubting the truth.
Been a cool as playa, since I jumped off the stoop.
Been high since me and Greezy smoked on the roof.
Now fast forward to a here and now.
My 1st Ep fell on deaf ears, can you hear me now.
*Well if not here's some sign language mother f*cker*.

I shoot birds, shoot game, and shoot facts.
Shoot my shot, shoot snakes, shoot rats.
Shoe fly, shoe away from my racks.
And tell your lil bitch quit swanging on my sack.
I roll a hundred niggaz deep, bitch it's hammer time.
So that's a bag divided by a hundred Everytime.
Everybody getting paid on stones watch.
Them rocks don't fade on stones watch.
Coolest in the universe, most slept on lyrical.
Niggaz try to get at me, they wanna kill my spiritual.
Beat up on my physical, poison my instrumental.
Bruh, to do the above, it's gonna take a miracle.
Then I get sinister, puff pass to the minister.
Dab with the deacon, shout out all the visitors.
The most high is the best thing smoking.
The doors of the church are now open King Playaz.