Bustaclip

[Lil' Flip:] Yeaahhh Yeaahhh Yeaahhh Let's take it back to the streets niggaaaaaaa East coast West coast Midwest To the dirty dirtttyyyy It's Flip Gates The #1 fly boy I'm strapped nigga Let's get it poppin' [Verse 1:] I got a brand new 'Mac I hope this bitch don't jam I had to bulletproof the Lam, I learned that from Cam You want a thang got em yams go straight to Money Gram I'm from the hood, so you know I'm down wit any money scam Black glocks, white glocks spit like sheet rock You know a drank on me, this concert gon' stop A lot of cops at the scene tryin' to shut shit down You was a nobody, but now you famous now I be out in Chi-town wit some real OG's Matter of fact one of them had dinner wit me You gotta play by the rules when you on these streets You lil' niggas tryin' to mimic what you see on beef You betta [Hook:] Bustaclip [repeatedly w/ Lil' Flip ad libs] I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider You don't wanna beef wit meee [Verse 2:] I know some Long Beach Crips (fo' reeeall?) I know some Englewood Bloods (bloods) And you can ask ??? fans I got Cali love (love) I got a strap waitin' for me everytime I land Just to send you a message, I'll clap your man Now he under white sheets like the Klu Klux Klan You lil' boys shouldn't beef wit a grown a*s man I got stripes in the hood, I put in work fo' real And mentioning me, will get you put in dirt fo' real How much that gramma yay, bitch you carry weigh Cause I'm on this Alize and I carry cake I came back to the streets I had to let y'all know And by the way my new deal worth 8.4 So I'mma [Hook:] I'm strapped nigga I'm strapped nigga I'm strapped nigga, what about you? [Verse 3:] This for my Nap-town niggas all my G-town killas The ones wit the blow and them 18 wheelers Cross the state lines wit it on them waist line cocked Cross lope and you know it's goin' doowwnnn (like Yung Joc) 40 cal, 50 cal, what you workin' wit nigga? I'm in a Maserati what you swervin' in nigga? And when I'm out in Cleveland, I'm f**kin' wit X It's been 'bout 5 years he still holdin' my tech I be in the gun range like everyday You betta pray no drama ever come my way I'm in the studio now wit a gun on my hip And I'm tired talkin' 'bout the beef wit me and You betta [Hook] [Lil' Flip: Talkin'] This some shit for the street baby We bust a clip everyday You know what it is I do what I wanna do nigga When I feel like it nigga Track And Productions on the muthaf**kin' track Full Effeck is the muthaf**kin' future Cross them niggas, I shoot you nigga Any nigga, who got a gun and a chain nigga And that dough, that's a true d-boy Can't be a dope boy without a gun and a chain Make sure you got them extra clips nigga But on the real nigga, don't hate on a nigga when you see me pull up on that Maserati I'm done wit the muthaf**kin' Maybach f**k that shit nigga, I'm on some drop top flashy "Flash Gordon" type shit Biatch, BUSTACLIP!