FLIP PHONE
1.9.9.9 Lyrics


Ayo Beanz
Niggas out here talking saying you applying that pressure
Keep it up nigga, we tryna eat out here

Look, fish scale and a flip phone
.38 snub on my hip bone
Pit stop, I'm getting guap before I get home
Good work sell itself, you know the program
I can take a pen or a pot and make dope man
Take a look in my eyes, bet you really can tell
I'm the type of guy that came up off a digital scale
Home invasion was the reason why I sat in a cell
He sent a scratch and all the taxes, so I'm packaging mail
These rappers rickety and wiggety whack
You step a foot in my vicinity, we finna attack
He stepped up, we stepped on him
Now we sending him back
He fortunate to get the fisticuff instead of the mac splat
Picture your face wiped off, dome on the drywall
I ain't have to do it I just, put in the right call
Caught a nigga slipping broad day, we turned his lights off
The code name for soft white, nickname it nylon
Look, parlay with pythons and soon they put the squeeze on ya
These niggas cut they own wrists so they can bleed on ya
That means to ruin the mission and then expect you to fix it
The type to eat in your kitchen but never do the dishes

Fish scale and a flip phone
.38 snub on my hip bone
Pit stop, I'm getting guap before I get home
Good work sell itself, you know the program
I can take a pen or a pot and make dope man
Fish scale and a flip phone
.38 snub on my hip bone
Pit stop, I'm getting guap before I get home
Good work sell itself you know the program
I can take a pen or a pot and make dope man

Can you picture me rolling
In that old school caddy with the gold trim
Leather seats but underneath, I got some coke zipped
This shit here so raw, it numb your whole chin
Old friends need new money, they getting so grim
I dealt with snow like Minnesota winter weather
Doing numbers, trap jumping like Anthony Edwards
And I been trapping all week
Sneaks dusty, I'm musty
But this ain't all for nothing cause the fettuccine fluffy
I got niggas wanting to fight me cause hoes wanna fuck me
Opportunity met my production I never been lucky
Was sleeping in my hooptie, had niggas trying to shoot me
For sticking up the plug cause the doofus tried to dupe me
I ordered four and a baby but this a bag short
I'm a bad sport so double up or get taxed for it
My nigga Tay called the body he got the max for it
He accurate with the shootin' like what's a backboard

Fish scale and a flip phone
.38 snub on my hip bone
Pit stop, I'm getting guap before I get home
Good work sell itself, you know the program
I can take a pen or a pot and make dope man
Fish scale and a flip phone
.38 snub on my hip bone
Pit stop, I'm getting guap before I get home
Good work sell itself you know the program
I can take a pen or a pot and make dope man


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Written by: Lerenzo King

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@jvrxh3526

this lo-fi go crazy broooo!!!!

@SyManor

This hits so hard

@Dianthiia

Love it

@juhis5938

Man why is this not in spotify anymore???

@bohemient

right?? :(

@christopherstein2024

@@bohemient copy-

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