Hey Babe - Flip Flip

Its something about me that the bitches can’t shake

I’m at they job, getting head on brake

They get paid, they peel your boy off half the check

I punch your son in the chest, when he disrespect

A fly gangsta, that send his ass to his room

I’m at the fridge, butt-naked nigga sipping juice

Out the pitcher, some real, real ornery shit

Baby daddy hella pissed, wanna iron Flip

Flat out, cuz I be chilling with my feet up

Looking his bitch in boy-shorts, while she clean up

She makes some mean fly chicken, she can throw down

I Instagram every meal, and show the town

To piss you off, she suck me off then kiss ya kid

I’m through the town having clap outs in her new whip

Dogging her out, treating her like a young slut

While you on the phone crying like a bitch, Young Buck

These niggas sensitive, 'ill clap you over a female

Straight suckas man, but I won’t go into details

Like a train she run the tracks, then she derail

Selling pussy man, but I won’t go into details

Un-huh, I won’t go into details

Like a train she run the tracks, then she derail

Un-huh, I won’t go into details

These niggas sensitive, 'ill clap you over a female

Dame Dash on the slap

Dame Dash on the slap