Lo Key - Script Flippin’ lyrics
[Lo Key - Script Flippin’ lyrics]
Yo, it's Sleepy up in this motherfucker
What's up?
It's So-Lo, '06 and we run shit, man
Lo Key on this motherfucker
Yo, we got to get this shit poppin' whoo!
You don't even know script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what? You don't even know
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
It's So-Lo, baby, I'ma make it nice
The place is right
Break the mic and take your life
The CD's felt up inside the system
So hot when I drop
Mind's fried from listening
Sickness when I stick this
Syringe in your neck
Veins pumping down to your last breath
I see money, I need money to breed money
Double up like weed money, for real, sonny
I gotta piss, 'cause I'm drunk off of JD
Pour anothеr shot baby, Lo Key's crazy
Mad props to Sleepy script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Bitch slap, come back, hear thе click clack
Motherfuck rap, rap that spittin' riff raff
Hit that blunt, don't front
Let the beat rock still reppin' 7 and the
Motherfuckin' East Side
You don't even know script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what? You don't even know
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what? You don't even know
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what? You don't even know
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
I got a knife like a surgeon
Tight like a virgin
Hold up (Script flippin')
I'm wrapped tight like a turban
Life is suburban
Light much hotter than crack pipes
It's burning your lips (Script flippin')
Incinerate MCs
A lyrical tyrant chillin' in Hell
With Hitler and the 9 11 pilots
Time flies like hijacked vehicles
Spittin mad rhymes, mad lines unbeatable
You could never step up to a
Motherfucker reppin' the 7 and
More or less you like a
Chili dog from 7-Eleven
You gettin' ate like a five plus three
Chief
Fuck bullshit, this is motherfuckin' Lo Key
You don't even know script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what? You don't even know
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what? You don't even know
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what? You don't even know
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
(That's right, motherfucker)
Yeah, that's right (So-Lo, bitches)
Flippin' the script on these motherfuckers
When you thought you knew what
We were all about
Back up in that ass on some other shit
(Wha wha wha wha what, yeah)
What's up?
It's So-Lo, '06 and we run shit, man
Lo Key on this motherfucker
Yo, we got to get this shit poppin' whoo!
You don't even know script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what? You don't even know
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
It's So-Lo, baby, I'ma make it nice
The place is right
Break the mic and take your life
The CD's felt up inside the system
So hot when I drop
Mind's fried from listening
Sickness when I stick this
Syringe in your neck
Veins pumping down to your last breath
I see money, I need money to breed money
Double up like weed money, for real, sonny
I gotta piss, 'cause I'm drunk off of JD
Pour anothеr shot baby, Lo Key's crazy
Mad props to Sleepy script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Bitch slap, come back, hear thе click clack
Motherfuck rap, rap that spittin' riff raff
Hit that blunt, don't front
Let the beat rock still reppin' 7 and the
Motherfuckin' East Side
You don't even know script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what? You don't even know
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what? You don't even know
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what? You don't even know
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
I got a knife like a surgeon
Tight like a virgin
Hold up (Script flippin')
I'm wrapped tight like a turban
Life is suburban
Light much hotter than crack pipes
It's burning your lips (Script flippin')
Incinerate MCs
A lyrical tyrant chillin' in Hell
With Hitler and the 9 11 pilots
Time flies like hijacked vehicles
Spittin mad rhymes, mad lines unbeatable
You could never step up to a
Motherfucker reppin' the 7 and
More or less you like a
Chili dog from 7-Eleven
You gettin' ate like a five plus three
Chief
Fuck bullshit, this is motherfuckin' Lo Key
You don't even know script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what? You don't even know
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what? You don't even know
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what? You don't even know
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
Script flippin', what?
(That's right, motherfucker)
Yeah, that's right (So-Lo, bitches)
Flippin' the script on these motherfuckers
When you thought you knew what
We were all about
Back up in that ass on some other shit
(Wha wha wha wha what, yeah)