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I’m Gabby Douglas on a big wheel n*gga
f*ck Is you talkin’ bout?
… Aaaand I don’t have my charger

(Build:)
Cocaine, don’t know where I’d be without the
Dope game, I still leave my t-shirts with my
Old thang, and I ain’t splitting sh*t I need the
Whole thang, whole thang! whole thang!

(Pre Verse:)
They can’t kick On my hunnit block
Stop selling weed to the undy cop
I could sell the seeds to a money stock
And I bet could sell It back right when the money drop
Betch can’t betch can't

(Hook:)
Flip how I flip
Flip how I flip your be can't
Flip how I flip
Flip how I flip your weed can’t
Flip how I flip
Flip how I flip no we can't
Flip how I flip
Flip how I flip
(Verse:)
Said I ain’t f*ckin with that b*tch cuz she a user/ (you’s a f*cking user)
He got money uh? what the f*ck they want me fuh?
She don’t love me, uh. She just know I’m coming up!
I still let her flip my numbers cuz It’s Rummikub
Shout my lil b*tch in the bay, wait, shout my lil b*tch in the state, yeah
Down by the river to *bang lil bay*, I still ain’t visit a *bank de bank*
I shotput a tick in the tick to bang the lane and lane switch
Trampoline the-rang flip, I changed the name to Cambridge

(Pre Chorus:)
(f*ck outta here) thumbing thru the bands
Found out I was cheating now she running to my mans
Second time this month that youngins running thru of strands
I should make a play for what them numbers jumping thru my hands your b can’t

(Hook:)
Flip how I flip
Flip how I flip your b can't
Flip how I flip
Flip how I flip your weed can’t
Flip how I flip
Flip how I flip no we can't
Flip how I flip
Flip how I flip
(Verse:)
This that sh*t that got my rebound shorty cursing out my dip
This that hit play it may get that mixtape stolen out my whip
I make flips
Then I dip
Ice stay swollen off my wrist
I’m still Midas how my shot Is, It’s still golden when I brick
Take my pic
Treat my CT like the ambulance
I feed the needles, bleeders, sweetener It like insulin
Betcha dat number do double the budget that’s coming thru
I’m not them n*ggas you run into I went from
Lunchables, crustables, Jumping A Bus Or, To
Pulling whips out like Ms. Trunchbull, shoving thru
Cocaine, don’t know where I’d be without the
Dope game, I still leave my t-shirts with my
Old thang, and I ain’t splitting sh*t I need the
Whole thang, whole thang! whole thang!

(Pre Chorus:)
(f*ck outta here) thumbing thru the bands
Found out I was cheating now she running to my mans
Second time this month that youngins running thru of strands
I should make a play for what them numbers jumping thru my hands your b can’t

(Hook:)
Flip how I flip
Flip how I flip your b can't
Flip how I flip
Flip how I flip your weed can’t
Flip how I flip
Flip how I flip no we can't
Flip how I flip
Flip how I flip