"Flipping Birds" lyrics
I'm gon get these racks
I'm gon flip these packs
I'm gon sell a sack
I'm gon make it back
I'm gon flip these birds
Post up on the curb
My dope swinging swerve
(Yea)
I'm gon get these racks
I'm gon flip these packs
I'm gon sell a sack
I'm gon make it back
I'm gon flip these birds
Post up on the curb
My dope swinging swerve
How can you judge me? On a rainy day
Reflected on my life, thankful I can breathe today
How do I forgive? How do I forget?
I ain't even legit, they tellin' me to be legit
But I'm with this shit, pilling money on top
You know I'm taking risks, workin' out a trip
Baggin' up these zips
When you take four or five trips you doin' six
I never snitch
It's the code
I won't sell my soul
Some people get that fake gold
What's real is real
It's all on me
5o'clock drop is the recipe
But Imma bring you all the way to 7th street
I wasn't the type to run deep
Cuz I'm too unique, I'm too unique
My bike is a bus
We on the street (we on the street)
I'm gon get these racks (yup)
I'm gon flip these packs (yup)
I'm gon sell a sack (yup)
I'm gon make it back (okay)
I'm gon flip these birds (yup)
Post up on the curb (yup)
My dope swinging swerve
I'm gon get these racks (yup)
I'm gon flip these packs (yup)
I'm gon sell a sack (yup)
I'm gon make it back (okay)
I'm gon flip these birds (yup)
Post up on the curb (yup)
My dope swinging swerve
BasedGod
My bikes a bus
My lil brother got the same name as me
What is it? Lil B
His older sister from West Berkeley
Yup, It's official
Things always runnin' at you as I got older
I got smarter
When I started, financially, I was starvin'
Low income from Berkeley
But I was right next to Oakland
We not enemies, we cousins, whatchu smokin?
Imma bring it way back like yelling straight East Oakland
I was gettin' marked out
Yea we became partners
I always was nonviolent
You know how I'm rocking
I had to adjust, run up, you got me fucked up
Middle school was like college to me, we all grown up
Had a bad one, you know that you [?] up
I got older sister, yea, I fucked up
Sometimes you lose one
And you don't gain nothin', except wisdom
I was a playa but that don't mean nothin'
Moms not home, dad not home
What Imma do?
On the streets, makin' my own way, stayin' true
Let's get this loot, it's Lil B
I'm gon get these racks (yup)
I'm gon flip these packs (yup)
I'm gon sell a sack (yup)
I'm gon make it back (okay)
I'm gon flip these birds (yup)
Post up on the curb (yup)
My dope swinging swerve
BasedGod
I'm gon get these racks (yup)
I'm gon flip these packs (yup)
I'm gon sell a sack (yup)
I'm gon make it back (okay)
I'm gon flip these birds (yup)
Post up on the curb (yup)
My dope swinging swerve
BasedGod
I'm gon flip these packs
I'm gon sell a sack
I'm gon make it back
I'm gon flip these birds
Post up on the curb
My dope swinging swerve
(Yea)
I'm gon get these racks
I'm gon flip these packs
I'm gon sell a sack
I'm gon make it back
I'm gon flip these birds
Post up on the curb
My dope swinging swerve
How can you judge me? On a rainy day
Reflected on my life, thankful I can breathe today
How do I forgive? How do I forget?
I ain't even legit, they tellin' me to be legit
But I'm with this shit, pilling money on top
You know I'm taking risks, workin' out a trip
Baggin' up these zips
When you take four or five trips you doin' six
I never snitch
It's the code
I won't sell my soul
Some people get that fake gold
What's real is real
It's all on me
5o'clock drop is the recipe
But Imma bring you all the way to 7th street
I wasn't the type to run deep
Cuz I'm too unique, I'm too unique
My bike is a bus
We on the street (we on the street)
I'm gon get these racks (yup)
I'm gon flip these packs (yup)
I'm gon sell a sack (yup)
I'm gon make it back (okay)
I'm gon flip these birds (yup)
Post up on the curb (yup)
My dope swinging swerve
I'm gon get these racks (yup)
I'm gon flip these packs (yup)
I'm gon sell a sack (yup)
I'm gon make it back (okay)
I'm gon flip these birds (yup)
Post up on the curb (yup)
My dope swinging swerve
BasedGod
My bikes a bus
My lil brother got the same name as me
What is it? Lil B
His older sister from West Berkeley
Yup, It's official
Things always runnin' at you as I got older
I got smarter
When I started, financially, I was starvin'
Low income from Berkeley
But I was right next to Oakland
We not enemies, we cousins, whatchu smokin?
Imma bring it way back like yelling straight East Oakland
I was gettin' marked out
Yea we became partners
I always was nonviolent
You know how I'm rocking
I had to adjust, run up, you got me fucked up
Middle school was like college to me, we all grown up
Had a bad one, you know that you [?] up
I got older sister, yea, I fucked up
Sometimes you lose one
And you don't gain nothin', except wisdom
I was a playa but that don't mean nothin'
Moms not home, dad not home
What Imma do?
On the streets, makin' my own way, stayin' true
Let's get this loot, it's Lil B
I'm gon get these racks (yup)
I'm gon flip these packs (yup)
I'm gon sell a sack (yup)
I'm gon make it back (okay)
I'm gon flip these birds (yup)
Post up on the curb (yup)
My dope swinging swerve
BasedGod
I'm gon get these racks (yup)
I'm gon flip these packs (yup)
I'm gon sell a sack (yup)
I'm gon make it back (okay)
I'm gon flip these birds (yup)
Post up on the curb (yup)
My dope swinging swerve
BasedGod
