"Quik Flippp" lyrics

Saturday, shit
Shit, call this a quick flip, huh
Hundred
Yeah

Hold on, give me room, this a quick flip
Yeah, hold on, yeah
Yeah, give me room, this a quick flip
Load the beat up, let it roll, it's four trips
Yeah, that's seven
Gotta watch them niggas in the room that be yellin'
When the quiet one up in the room is always ready
Yap, yap, yap 'til he get tapped in his melon
Oh, Lord, thank heavens I ain't on that type of time
It's on, I got a bunch of sides like an octagon
Lil' Chachi is a fade, he shot the ones
Not Glocks, boo-bop, leave him socked and slumped

We just focus on the bread, all that other shit be weak
Keep it cool with one chick, don't be falling for these freaks
Can't be caught without no blicks, especially where you sleep
Turn a spot to a murder rap and I ain't talkin' beats
Oh, yeah, that's a quick flip
Gym at 4 a.m., grab the bar, then dip-dip
What? Hell yeah, that's a quick flip
Heard he gotta pill pop because he got limp dick

Ugh, what goin' on in your brain?
It's pussy right there, you are not entertained?
The thought of you goin' in and out of that thang
Don't get you ready for that rain?
Nigga, that's a shame

Hard somethin' else
Skeletons in those closets and those upper shelves
Never went to law school, so I ain't here to judge
But if you like that, bro, what you pretendin' for?

'Cause ain't nothin' like—
'Cause ain't nothin' like sweet nana on my stick
Word to my homie fuckin' DJ Quik
And my new player parter DJ Flippp
What?