(feat. Lil' Ron)

Now I'm rolling, look at my rims

No more cloudy diamonds, look at my gems
Now I'm smoking on the best %#@!
Yeah I'm Lil' Flip, I'm in the S.U.C. click

Screwed Up Click, for y'all that don't know
You hear about it, for y'all that don't go
To my concerts, one girl got one shirt

I put my autograph, right on her skirt
And she told everybody at her job
Lil' Flip, music really goes hard

Now my fans, just liking what I'm doing
Cause I'm entrepreneuring, ^!$$% wanna boo em
But they can't, cause they know I'm a legend

They got monitors on they leg, in the house by seven
It seems like ^!$$%z get dumber and dumber
How you trade in a Benz, just to get you a Hummer

You went to jail, now you on probation
For real, should of went and got a education
But your dumb $$#, couldn't be patient

You wanted to smoke weed, now time you're facing
Three years, behind three blunts
Three freaks, damn ^!$$% three sweets

And that wasn't even endo
You went to jail, for some regular weed
And you saying, that you better than me

You smarter than me, how the $#&@ you harder than me
Come on my ^!$$%, how you recording in three
Different studios get your own %#@!, get your own click

^!$$% why you $#&@ing with that ^!$$% wife, get your own (*##$

[talking]

Biatch (biatch) ha-ha, haters still mad
What can I say, iight, cool