Lil Flip Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #029 lyrics

[Verse]
f*ck with me and get some money
Yeah I f*ck with King Johnny
100K, that's my ring money
And you ain’t gon' take a thing from me
Man, I'm from H-town
We start shootin’, you should lay down
You wouldn't wanna jump up
I lay rappers down when the pump up
Here is something I can't understand
I could just kill a man
On the east coast, man I f*ck with Killa Cam
You want a verse, you better take yo' ass to MoneyGram
I love multiplyin', f*ck subtractin' numbers
Email me the trackin' number
And I'ma send your verse back
I bodied it, I should send a hearse back
I’m back up in the booth again
Like Beanie Sigel, I gotta spit the truth again
I got the wraith, had to get the coupe again
Like Stockton, I could shoot again
Tell me where you want to go
I got some killers down in Mexico
They’ll meet you at the Texaco
Turn your body to a vegetable
Now you can't think, now you can’t move
I'm the king, dog, so I can't lose
Got hits like Babe Ruth
Kill sh*t like Rae Carruth
You ain't never seen me
In a cambo Lamborghini
All the cars I got, man, I paid for it
Take some from me, man we spray for it
You know I love to trap a lot
I’m from Houston, the same town as Rap-A-Lot
I took the cops on a car chase
At fifteen, I'm jammin' Geto Boys and Scarface
I think my mind playin' tricks on me
I think they tryin' to blend some bricks on me
Man I got hits homie
Scratch that, I got classics, [?]
BMI, that's TMI, too much information
This is dedication
I ain't never sold my soul, everything went gold
Then I went to platinum, I ain't cappin'
Still in the muhf*ckin' booth with the rhymes
Sold a lot of work, never did a line
A legend like Morris Day and The Time
These rappers transform like Optimus Prime
I'ma stay the same
Got a smart brain, money'll never make me change
In the booth I go deranged, I get crazy
I ain't these other rappers, dog, I ain't lazy
I work for myself, build shirts for myself
You got beef, I squirt for myself
Take the K out the shelf, don't play about the wealth
Turn your favorite rapper into a patty melt
Flip 'em over, do it from the clover
Fourteen, pulled up in a Range Rover
I'll murk you before this sh*t change over
Made five million dollars off of Game Over
Made eight million dollars off of Sunshine
I'm from the south, I could freestyle and do a punchline
Man, I'll murder these rappers
Name one, man, I never heard of these rappers
This a freestyle, dog, I ain't write this
I'ma smoke a whole seven, that's a Mike Vick
I ain't never been a rookie but I smoke cookies
Gangsta in my hood just like Tookie
Want to see a dope show? You should book me
I turn your forehead into a pus*y
When I pull out the Glock 9
I ain't stoppin', I don't even stop at stop signs
I'ma keep goin', got the codeine homie
I'ma keep pourin', money keep growin'
Chia Pet style, jet style
I got a cult, David Koresh style
I'm crazy, don't play me b*tch
They worship me, they atheist
I'm a king, I'm a god with this freestyle
Used to put my weed in black and milds
I'm on some other sh*t, other other sh*t
Just like a orgy, you better find out who you f*ckin' wit'
I show up to yo' motherf*ckin' front do'
Take you on a chase like OJ in his bronco
Hey I'm on the news, paid a lot of dues
We make the rules, we don't play by the rules
I do what I want, move how I wanna
Sippin' syrup and blowin' that marijuana
Good sh*t, like Ace, I be on some hood sh*t
I'm from H-town, we be grippin' wood b*tch
Oh I got a splinter, this wraith is mine n*gga
This not a rental, I bite and scratch n*ggas
Just like a bengal, paint drippin' red
On it's menstrual, candy red sh*t
Excellent adventure, Bill and Ted sh*t
On my med sh*t, I got street cred b*tch
I got shooters, shooters in every city
We smoke dutches and we smoke phillies
Smoke the cone, favorite rap group is Bone
And 8-Ball and MJG and Sweet Jones
And Bun B, if a rapper ever jump me
We gon' come back, turn it to 22 Jump Street
Everybody f*cked up, double cups up
Shoot him in his guts, pull out the nunchucks, what the f*ck
Here's a uppercut, I did songs with Young Buck
And I ain't never blow my money, I'm not a dumb f*ck
I got songs with 50, I got songs with Game
I- I don't care where I'm at, I ain't tuckin' my chain
This that real sh*t, independence day like Will Smith
Who the dopest freestyler? You should say Lil Flip
I go to Pappadeaux when I want some shrimp
Like, space, my name was on the blimp
The world is mine, I can wink my eye, n*gga
And your girl is mine, but I don't want her, I just want a billion
Stars in the ceiling, man I'm in the wraith, ay
Like Snoop Dogg, n*gga, murder was the case, yeah
Play with me, you end up on Nancy Grace, yeah
This codeine, baby, do you want a taste? yeah
This the purple, I'm not commercial
We move slow, sorta like the Ninja Turtles
But give me pizza and I smoke a little reefer
Fifth grade, I used to watch Moesha
Skipped school, some of my partnas crip, some pyru
I'm a gangsta, homeboy, that don't apply to you
When I'm on the mic, n*gga I don't lie to you
You fake, that's what you try to do
LA Leakers, man they f*ckin' with the king
Milk does the body good but why I still sip the lean though?
I'm a motherf*ckin' star like Ringo
We get work and I mean blow
Boss enjoy this sh*t, man we move this sh*t
Don't make me throw a couple 'bows like I'm Ludacris
Move b*tch, get out the way
Before I have to crooked up your toupee
With a Tech 9, Cloverland my hood, I'ma rep mine
Yeah n*gga this sh*t is in my mind
A legend like Bruce Springsteen
My car got a mind of her own, I call her Christine
That b*tch'll crank up, we could shoot pool
Pull out the stick n*gga, watch me bank stuff
Favorite rapper, Jadakiss and MJG
Pimp tight, I'm the K-I-N-G
King Life, the newest f*ckin' record label
I'm connected in the streets just like cables
WIFI, ain't no need to high side
We walk up, we don't do no drive-bys
We peel off, this permanent
I can't never take my grill off unless I go spend 50k
Got a bag, fixed up my sh*t, right?
Still representin' Screwed Up Click, right?
Pull a knife out, stabbed him in his windpipes
I'm a hustler, I ain't tryin' to wear no pinstripes
I'ma get a billion dollars and put the finger up
Gettin' a lot of cream, put them zingers up
H-town n*gga, that's where I come from
You better keep a chopper, n*gga, f*ck a stun gun
I don't even want you that close to me
I'm a shrimp n*gga, don't bring no roast to me
When it come to freestyle, you should toast to me
I'm H-town's own, I'm a clover G
Acappella sh*t, I don't need no beat
I smoke it out the pipe, I don't need no sweet
I still run sh*t and I don't need no feet
Still sippin' codeine and I don't need no sleep
Man this freestyle sh*t, I do it with my eyes closed
I been makin' money since I was five years old
In the studio with the toolio
Livin' in a gangsta paradise like Coolio
Four more bars and I'ma end this sh*t
I'm like Shaq shootin' free throws, this is bricks
All up in my stash spot, I got more motherf*ckin' keys than a laptop
Used to watch Matlock, 'bout to break the padlock
Still up in the do', vicious with this sh*t, you should call me Cujo
This a new flow, n*gga, I ain't remember this
H-town sh*t and I'm on my December sh*t
Cold hearted n*gga, Mozart a n*gga
That mean I play keys, 400 degrees
Just like Juve, smoke a blunt to a doobie
If I can't go to the club with my toolie, deucie