Filp Flop (Blake Version)

I bet you flip... hahahaha

I bet you flip flop
Flip flippidy flop
So keep ya lip locked
Or my clip clippidy pop
Ya time runnin out like tic toc

What's a cap to a big shot
Stay in ya lane or I'm on ya bumper like gridlock
This ain't the race, this a pit stop
So let me say this off da tip-top
Ima white boy that pulls strings
So you already know the kid rock
Hold on, let me lick a shot
That a solve his liquor and his weed problem
Cuz the left might leave em drunk
But the right hand it'll detox him
I hope you ain't planning on standing there
Wit dem little toy guns
Cuz when men go to war
That's when the little boys run
Hakeem who, he's so late
Oh dats ya girl? She no safe
I steal ya chic, then wipe the prints
Cuz under pressure egos break
I peeped ya fate
And it's really looking bad for you son
So treat Tiana like ya queen
Instead of acting like one
Okay, I got a dark heart but it just got darker
Why go against me, don't ever bother
You know I run you so after I sun you
Maybe it help you be a better father
They won't a thing when they saw ya
Well here's an anonymous tip
Since you got da sauce
Then after I shoot you the police can follow da drip...

I bet you flip flop
Flip flippidy flop
So keep ya lip locked
Or my clip clippidy pop
Ya time runnin out like tic toc