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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nieman J
Nieman J
Performer
Eric Bellinger
Eric Bellinger
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nieman J
Nieman J
Composer
Eric Bellinger
Eric Bellinger
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Foreign Teck
Foreign Teck
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah Flip it Flip it, flick it Don't let me heat up (heat up) Wait 'til we drop and fuck the streets up (streets up) Straight out the dirt, I had to clean up (had to clean, yeah) Might drop the work and flip the re-up (flip it, flip it, yeah) You know how the fuck we coming (ayy) Bitch we up to something Watch me whip this straight from nothing (ayy) I'm fresh out the oven, yeah Back in business, back in buzzin' (ayy) Now I got new cousins Had to build it, ain't no other way, ain't your average youngin' Held it down, now watch me levitate, I can't go back for nothing These niggas always actin' like you owe them something (something) I try to please niggas, But they pull up with the extra weight and plus ten Don't let me heat up (heat up) Wait 'til we drop and fuck the streets up (streets up) Straight out the dirt, I had to clean up (clean up) Might drop the work and flip the re-up (yeah, yeah, yeah) Who said I'm not next to blow Long as I'm still alive, the vibe never go It's a marathon, so bow our heads low (to our) One plus five feet below (below) I've seen stress before, but the money bringin' more Shit gets funny when you go Where it's sunny when it's cold but I (I, I) Isolate, isolate (yeah) Cause these niggas, weirdo niggas, quick to hate "What you gon' do?" Might pack my shit and hit another state (no) "It can't be true!" Kick down that door and hit a quick escape Damn, this shit gets real when you realize it's fake (on God) Yeah, I had to cut the grass and scrape the snakes (snip) Don't let me heat up (heat up, yeah, yeah) Wait 'til we drop and fuck the streets up (fuck the streets up) Straight out the dirt, I had to clean up (had to clean up, yeah, yeah) Might drop the work and flip the re-up (flip the re-up) Flip the re-up Flip the re-up Flip the re-up It's Eazy Flip it, flip it, flip it (sheesh) Re-up Re-up Re-up Re-up
Writer(s): Nieman Yoshi Johnson, Michael F. Hernandez, Eric Bellinger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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