Intro (I’m Tellin Ya)
[Intro: Major Flav]
Yeah man Flav for President
Gotta let these niggas know what I'm sayin'
I'm from where they diss ya ass then they cry at your funeral. These niggas bite on sight like a modern day mosquito
Gotta let you know
Yeah man it's always in they job, they consistent with it
Gotta put you down, gotta let you know -- I park cars, calp tickets
30, you a fool for this one
And fuck on hoes, and I still baby sit on the side
The police don't know where to catch me
[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]
I am king dab and they tried to clone me
Please don’t look too hard, you know it’s on me
You stealing my Swavo so therefore you owe me
Own my own back, my family disowned me
You took a stick
She’ll take a mile and give a bitch an inch
Shooter get to gripping if you look tense
Complain about the cookie ‘cause its condensed
Mansion with a fucking fence
Eat a bitch up like it’s dinnertime
Spend the Tension Right At Finish Line
Tell 30 meet me at the finish line
Cutlass T Top for the summer time
Hide a hundred in the wall
I’m a wizard, John Wall
Smash her then knock down her wall
I pay it, say fuck what it costs
Cartier, clear lens
A real trapper don’t need no friends
Count it up, put ‘em in tens
Handgun, extendos extend
Getting paper like an athlete
Rich nigga flexin’, I’m flashy
Big ass bazooka in da back seat
Hit a lick and then hit the backstreet
[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
Old school top missing
You could learn it if you listen
I know you watching, pay attention
Mama taught me pay attention
We came up from trapping off novas
Now we race twin chopper Rovers
You want some money? Pay attention
You wanna be great, pay attention
[Verse 2: Skippa Da Flippa]
Old school roof missing
Tie him up if I catch you penny pinching
Real shooters pull up, we don’t do sneak dissing
Forgis blow kisses but Flip don’t do kissin’
In the game, Flippa Madden
Bought my bitch 10 pair Steve Madden’s
Trap on my [?] while in traffic
Tell that bitch catch me in traffic
100K made me go harder
Started with the Chevy, didn’t do the Marta
I was jugging, getting it, ain’t have no father
I was a starter but ain’t wear no starters
Poki test out with his nose
5K for the shoes and clothes
I’m from where anything goes
Send the shooters if he owes
Money so old it’s ancient
Wet his ass up like I’m painting
You a foul nigga, that’s a flagrant
Pay attention, these niggas writing statements
I been a boss and never average
You mad cause I’m stacking cabbage
Now I’m having, I’m have it
If you listen you can grasp it
[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
Old school top missing
You could learn it if you listen
I know you watching, pay attention
Mama taught me pay attention
We came up from trapping off novas
Now we race twin chopper Rovers
You want some money? Pay attention
You wanna be great, pay attention