Текст песни Y!PPEE (feat. Flash J, Yesh Yoko, BrothaMans & Fungi Flows) - Lil Spryte , Flash J

Didn't I say bitch you unorthodox?
Hey caller
(Did I win?)
Yeah you won, we bout to go live
(Live right now?)
Yes, yes, live right now bitch
Please turn up my headphones
(Yap yup y- yip yip, e- yippee!)
Hey now congratulations to our lucky caller who has not just only won one
But two tickets for another dickhead
All you gotta do
All you had to do was call 1-800-SPRYTEGETURIGHT
That's 1-800-SPRYTEGETURIGHT
And you'll have the time of yo life
Now fo sho' fo sho'
We got our featured programming
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Flash J, Yesh, Brothamans, Fungi
Gone head and talk to em

Who this?
Thinking that he clocking that for sho shift
Make it off you hating
My nigga now that's a bold twist
Need whole wrist
Drowned in diamond features cus we gold wrist
Humble in your chaos but they swear that you a cold bitch
Slow trick
Rapping south the hat, please don't be cap you forced it on ya
No point to hate I congratulate on how you honed it
How'd you ever show it?
Flex yo dawg first and you rehearsed on all yo bones picked
So sick
They try to tear you out because you so it
When your presence agitate I swear they have a soul fit
Cus this on me that's a soul fit
Told em turn it up and try to hold it
Niggas watch yo hand just to fold quick
No shit

One thing about it, man they ain't you
Gone head, let em try and substitute
Hardly making friends, you family full
Hold it up, we won't go down, ain't nothing new
One thing about it, man they ain't you
Gone head, let em try and substitute
Hardly making friends, you family full
Hold it up, we won't go down, ain't nothing new

Inside of my whip?
Smooth
Next time don't trip, and lose
I'm tryna cook bricks
Dude
I've been real in my mood swings
Only think about two things
Baby ma got me prude
I can't choose
Only time for two
Plus my son got school
Pop trunk, see my tools
Pop trunk, see my drills
Pop trunk, see my saw
That shit pay my bills
I'ma cop the farm
Put some cops on mills
Put this drop on stilts
Raise the roof and burn this real slow
Real slow
Real slow

Uh, yeah
I'm in the mix like a crossfade
If I'm in the mix then I'm sending waves
Plugged in like I was a wave
Ctrl+S if you wanna save
Rapping lil nigga
¡Andele!
Play with my money, I'm sending fades
You be K.O, not O.K
I got fast hands, no slow pace
Stacking up hundreds, collecting my chips
Cha-Ching!
Hop on the stage, go crazy and dip
(Yeah)
I'm certified, really legit
(Really legit, I'm really the shit)
I'm a big dawg, I'm fully equipped
Yo

One thing about it, man they ain't you
Gone head, let em try and substitute
Hardly making friends, you family full
Hold it up, we won't go down, ain't nothing new
One thing about it, man they ain't you
Gone head, let em try and substitute
Hardly making friends, you family full
Hold it up, we won't go down, ain't nothing new

Fungi
(Yap yup y- yip yip, e- yippee!)
If this is the LevelUp collab
Then I'ma go nuts, gonads
Straight from the city of smokestacks
It's new but already a throwback
This is a classic, it happened the instant we linked like a chain reaction
And hit up the 'Gi cause I came with the caps, so I got all the neighbors asking
Where is the magic at?
Cause we sippin' that magic hat
I told you I got me the blue tee
Of course I done brought me the shroomies
I copped me the beat and I share it, like fuck if I care about keeping possessions
I already gave up all mine to be the Fungi, so this wasn't even a question

Oh shit
Wassup y'all?
It's me
Spryte
I'm the one that made the beat
Ya dig?
Shit, guess ima lay something down now
(Yap yup y- yip yip, e- yippee!)
Cracker lackin' nigga throwing fits, he need some Similac
How the fuck you angry and you rich? Now that's a bitch in act
Simping for some pretty flaps
Gripping on a 50 mag
I'm smoking on adrenal glands and editing a trippy ad
Won't even pay for promotion but nigga, fuck it
Scrape enough cash together, I might cook another bucket
Of the tryptamine
Flip it for a grip, cop a stick and then hit some licks, yahmean?
Tripping off the rim, hit the slittas up for a zip of Z
Menacing constrictive serpent slurping up a Lipton tea
Do you get the imagery?
Nobody impressing me
How you over forty and ain't never made a beat before?
I was sixteen when I was cooking DMT lil hoe
Hop in, I'm poppin, I'm bussin'
Box with the rocks and the Norco and Wock, made yo lil cousin drop but I'm muhfuckin' hustling
Stop at the block to restock, where I step you can not, you'd get shot in yo muhfuckin' stomach
What? What? Slatt!
Shoutout my bousin
When it's time to ride, I know that he gone slide without asking a question
Oppas' in heaven or something
Walk around with my head high, I got the method or something
Niggas claiming demons, got a face of semen, clean the penis off you, messy lil slutta'
You need a reverend or something
Man I'm praying for you
Got no balance in you, need a blessing my brother

One thing about it, man they ain't you
Gone head, let em try and substitute
Hardly making friends, you family full
Hold it up, we won't go down, ain't nothing new
One thing about it, man they ain't you
Gone head, let em try and substitute
Hardly making friends, you family full
Hold it up, we won't go down, ain't nothing new
(Yippee!)
(Yippee!)
(Yippee!)