(feat. Gudda (Sqad Up), MJG, Supa)

[Talking:]

Ay I know alot of y'all ^!$$%z wonderin', haha
is this ^!$$% doin good? (yup)
is this ^!$$% really ridin spinners? (yup), hah

I tell them ^!$$%z man - can't you tell a ^!$$% doin good man
can't you tell, Lil' Flip is in the building
we got Dj Squeeky on the track...Gudda, Gudda - Clover G's


[Chorus x2: Flip]
We throw bows, we blow dro

we ride blades and low pro's
umm....I heard you doin good
^!$$% can't you tell

oh you still in the hood, cause you ain't doin too well

[Verse 1: Flip]

Now when I pull up in my drop, one switch make it rock
one switch make it hop, the other switch make it stop
I got wood grain on my dash, paper out the $$#

I don't ride around with wallets I carry paper bags
ride around with tech's, endo, with a vest
Giovanni's on my Hummer, and spinners on my Lex

I rep Houston, Tex where ^!$$%z bang Screw
we ride candy paint ^!$$% what about yo' crew
got a piece and a chain, a watch and a ring

ten thousand square foot home, plus a spot for my plane
I spitt game to hoes to get 'em out they clothes
cause that's how it go when all ya jewelry froze

I been pimpin for awhile, I'm a hot boy like Nile
my jacket is mink - but my shoes are crocodile
I'm thuggin forever, fifty karats in my bezzel

but I'm like 'Trillville' cause y'all can't get on "my level"

[Chorus]


[Verse 2: Gudda]
Uhhh I'm in the club buckin, $#&@ it I'm a throw some bows

hit the bar and get bent and go and $#&@ some hoes
I'm this (*##$ actin wild you know how Gudda do it
I got my pistol on my hip incase I get into it

^!$$%z drinkin that 'Incredible Hulk'
now he drunk and he think he the "Incredible Hulk"
uhhh they gon'have to drag him out this (*##$

then the police gon'come and drag me out this (*##$.... (yea, Gudda)

[Verse 3: Supa]

I'm doin good and it feels great
I'm in the hood H2 and it's charcoal gray
supa dup'fly, boy I'm supa dup'frisby

give a $#&@ about the name just know he gets busy
mouth of the south you know ya know me well
hollow shells - swell you like a macaroni shell

$#&@ you haters, the chains is off
Clover chains is on...we off the chains lil'boy (yea)


[Chorus]

[Verse 4: MJG]

Uh, yea, come on....
MJG, pimp tight and Lil' Flip got a hit on the chart
but if a girl wanna get on the chart, %#@! I'll still put a (*##$ on the block

you don't really want that really now tell the truth, slow ya role
you got the cars and clothes but you still don't know ya hoes
I'm a Hoe - ologist I dissect the (*##$ and find the problem

I got solutions for a problem I'm here to resolve 'em
pull up in a 1969 Impala whites over blacks they harder
everyday I wake up early tryna make a dollar, I think I wanna pop my collar

could it be I'm just a natural born with alittle dose of pimpin
oooh nothin but motionless women strap up put alittle life up in 'em
I don't pretend I mean exactly what I mean

I don't sell those you can go to sleep and have a dream
when I roll through the dirty south sittin up on my twenty - fo's
breakin me a ciggerillo down...fillin it up with nothin but dro

M - J - $#&@in G representer of the dirty
but I spit it hard enough to make sure that the world heard me

[Chorus]