Freestyle (I Got 5 On It) lyrics

Yeah
Lil Flip n*gga
Screwed Up Click n*gga
Yeah
I'm Lil Flip, you know, diamonds in your face
You can't see my chain, let me shine it in your face
I'm a millionaire, top of the line
You got clothes in your closet but they not like mine
Iceberg Jeans, n*gga, that's how I carry myself
Can't no hoe break my heart cause I'ma marry myself
I'm a million dollar star, do what I do
Slowed down music by Watts and Screw
And when I jump on a track you gon' want to listen
You ain't never seen a metallic Expedition
With all type of sh*t on the inside
n*gga, I'm Lil Flip, I blow endo right
And I put diamonds in your face
I bought the car, I bought the house
Motherf*cking n*gga representin' the Dirty South
Houston Texas, n*gga, I'ma used to Lexus
If you can't see then I'ma use my necklace
I am the only star
Codeine is that sh*t Barre
Mix it up in the soda then I shake it
Blow a endo square, I'm at the naked
Looking at the hoes on the f*cking pole
Lil Flip wear nothing but Girbaud's
Back in ninth grade, Kenny Cole
Now I got hoes that's 24
Everyday I'm gon' f*cking shine
Houston Texas radio 97.9
I puff nothing but green pine
And I used to wear Calvin Klein
Now I got my own f*cking name brand
35 carats on the same hand
Got Rolex on the same band
You know I stick to the game plan
I got to keep rapping til I die
Smoke endo weed, no fry
I'm gon' be a pimp til I die
If I get high I use Visine for my eyes
Cause I'm a weed smoker
f*ck Oprah, throat choker
You get out of line, n*gga, I'ma provoker
I hit a n*gga with a f*cking jab
I'm the only n*gga in the world that ain't never called a cab
I like to floss like a f*cking dentist
I used to watch Dennis the Menace
I'm like Popeye I need my spinach
I got a Jeep and I need to tint it
Cause I like to roll the f*cking speed limit
I used to go to basketball practice weed-scented
Smelling like a pound bout to go the last round
Lil Flip, n*gga, cause you know it's going down
I'm that n*gga that's ready for war
I'm that n*gga that smoke weed and sip the Barre
I'm that n*gga on the block with the pants just hangin'
I'm that n*gga like ESG, I'm swangin' and bangin'
CD changin', four 15's, DVDs, I got 4 big screens
Falling out the ceiling cause n*gga I'm a pimp
I jump out my car n*gga I got a limp
Cause I'ma walk, talk the talk, walk the walk
Chill with Big Pokey, 3-2, Mike D, and HAWK
Them my n*ggas until the day I'm gone
Da Freestyle King I'm sitting on my throne
I can't be f*cked with on this mic like Eminem
I'ma buy a track from Timbaland
But I'ma stack that hundred grand cause that's how much it cost
If you ain't sold 10,000 copies n*gga you lost
So quit, go on start working at Mickey D's
n*gga cause this sh*t is really for G's
And ballers with fleas and collars and uh
If that hoe fine I'ma need your dollar
I'ma take her to the room, she gon' ride on my broom then I'm gone
Freestyle talking to a hoe on a hand-free phone
Now you know that's the way I do my sh*t
n*gga if you bootlegging you trying to screw my sh*t
But I'ma sue you b*tch for doing that
If you see the Benz I'ma put two in that
And I'ma let you know n*gga, off toppa n*gga
I got more rhymes than a motherf*cking choppa
I can't be f*cked with on this motherf*cking mic
n*gga freestyle, n*gga do this sh*t for life
And when I leave then I have my music on this Earth
But if you shoot a slug n*gga I'ma wet up your shirt
I mean that's that n*gga flex
Remember, n*gga you want checks
I'll snap your neck n*gga b*tch come correct
For f*cking with a G, I'm the Screwed Up Click
I know you mad cause n*gga I really blew up quick
Whore