Roscoe - Get Flipped Lyrics
Let's goI need somebody to send me some zig-zags back hereYeah[Verse 1]A couple seconds of game, I got you telling me your bra-sizeIt's YA up in the club, now it's all eyesWe kick-back with the click-clack, sitting in my lapwhile I'm dipping in my 'llacAnd chicken heads always hit a nigga backWhen they see 'em how I'm rolling, sitting on a stackScoe-Dellic, let a pro tell itCop a gang of snow, and let a hoe sell itBlow dro 'til my eyes turn mo' yellowRule number one, when the cops come, no tellingSo poetic, the flow geneticAnd I couldn't have said it better than my big bro said it[Hook]Take her to the spot, get flippedShe a flipper, once she off liquorHit it from the back, she get thickerYou better watch your back though, cause she'll stick yaNever call her back, cause she'll flipShe a flipper, once she off liquorHit it from the back, she get thickerAfter that, holla back, I get wit' cha[Verse 2]Everybody talking that garbage, don't wanna walk wit'What they talk, walk the walkWanna step to the street, ain't got no heatAin't ready to ride, when it's on the spotI come off the rain, I'm off the chainI'm off the cane, like Eddie Cane off the 'caineYeah, all the sameAnd I'm in it for the dollars, ya feel me then holla (Scoe!)And all the homies on the streets, ain't got no love for a nigga on the beatCause a nigga on the beat got money in his pocket, now they jealous of meSo now they looking in my face like they wanna take something from meLooking at my moneyI'm like 'Nah', now Im looking at the honeyLike what she wanna do, wanna roll wit' the crew[Hook]Take her to the spot, get flippedShe a flipper, once she off liquorHit it from the back, she get thickerYou better watch your back though, cause she'll stick yaNever call her back, cause she'll flipShe a flipper, once she off liquorHit it from the back, she get thickerAfter that, holla back, I get wit' cha[Verse 3]Oh shizzle, Mr Scoe-DizzleYo' brizzle all on my jizzleNow this here's where it countsSo walk in, +Jig+ it out, like +Show Me The Bounce+Show me the shake, and show me the dropShow me the snake, and show me the watchShe was making it break, and making it popWiggling it fast, then slow to making it stopNow should I play my part, and do my thing?Or keep it G? I chose to remain composedTaking off her clothesBut I'm Young Scoe-Dellic, I don't love them hoesThe B-O-Y wit' the D-U-I, and the SUV full of THCThe K-I-D wit' P-H-I-D, I burn rubber like I had HIV[Hook]Take her to the spot, get flippedShe a flipper, once she off liquorHit it from the back, she get thickerYou better watch your back though, cause she'll stick yaNever call her back, cause she'll flipShe a flipper, once she off liquorHit it from the back, she get thickerAfter that, holla back, I get wit' cha
