Lyrics Big Flipper (feat. Dreskii) - Veyster

It's been a long lil' minute since I was sittin' on that benches
Nigga do not hit me up if it's not about business
Gave brodie a zip, he gave it back plus interest
I ain't trippin' bout a bad bitch, I put her in a spinner

Big flipper, got a hundred bands with me in the sprinter
Rolled an eighth in the wood, I ain't even get a splinter
I ain't trapped in a month, I'm just sittin' on them bitches
Do not hand me a Glock and forget about the switches

Do not hit me a thot, I'm gon' get it if I feel it
Run around off the red, it's not in my best interest
If the bitch wanna walk
If the bitch wanna walk, I just crop her out the picture

I know his ass lackin' cause he popped too many scripts
I gave his ass a P, couldn't even make it flip
I had the ball, hog it, couldn't get an assist
Big flipper, Dreskii, always get it off the rip

Dude talkin' cheese, couldn't even cop a fuckin' zip
Soon as I touched down, shorty ate the whole dick
I'm a rapper now, can you put my face on some chips
I'm strapped in, like Melo on the Knicks

Broke nigga, hold his man's cheese in a picture
I won't sign a deal, unless I see ten figures
I got a big bankroll, I made her mad, she need a snickers
I'm the craziest to do it, nigga, check me out on Insta

That's trap, fam, vey for you niggas, but I don't trap
You should wear a hat in the booth, all you do is rap
Mickey ears on a clip, nigga, strictly for the rats
Fuck Bonner Springs, finna put it in the past

Me, Dotte and Dre, that's a three-headed snake
Let a fake nigga leave, I ain't have to use rake
You gotta be real, nigga, that's just what it takes
You can call the shots when you're givin' sauce on a plays

Pass it to my mans, so you know that she a eater
Cold as hell in the booth, dawg, I think we need a heater
I'm reckless as hell, I sip it out the liter
Diamonds dancin', look like I just jumped out the freezer

I love niggas that look like Lester, they some creepers
How you talkin' shit? And I'll ring you out your sneakers
Back in school, I used to argue with the teachers
Now niggas pay me cheese for the features

Left it, this bitch mouth, she got to sing like Aretha
Ain't shit to cut you off, lil' bitch, I don't need ya
Young nigga high as hell, spent the band on some sneakers
I'm a three-time champion, niggas chillin' in the bleachers

Niggas lyin' to the mic, you a Hall of Fame capper
Yeah, I spit big facts, I'm a Hall of Fame rapper
I'm hittin' Brody, bitch, you can get her right after
These niggas sleep, I woke em' up, no napping

Vey plus a bad bitch, what you think happen
That was your bro, and he switched, nigga, what the fuck happened
Yeah, used to trap, I got it chillin' in my mattress
Niggas broke as hell, steady sleepin' on yo mattress