Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dipflex, artist - K$upreme. Album song Flex Muzik 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Management
Song language: English
Dipflex |
| Monsta’s gon' tear it up |
| Ooh, Dipset |
| Came in this bitch, I’m with Jimmy |
| Came in this bitch with a fifty |
| Came in this bitch with a semi |
| Iknow these niggas against me |
| This niggas really be frenemies |
| Don’t fuck with these niggas they envy me |
| Leadin' the game, I’m the MVP |
| Smokin' on gas and I’m sippin' lean |
| in the buildin' with K |
| We ran in the buildin' with K’s |
| I got some killers for pay |
| I was just dealin' the yay |
| Hand-offs goin' back and forth |
| Cook it up if the cracker soft |
| Lil pocket rocket, that’ll back 'em off |
| I just had a bad bitch and backed the Porsche |
| Off of the lean I feel numb |
| Get in your bitch and go dumb |
| Eatin' on steaks, I was just eatin' crumbs |
| Smoke a big backwood, gelato in my lungs |
| My shooter got big guns, hundred round drums |
| Fuck on your bitch then I nut on her tongue |
| Walk inside Louis and I blew ten, that was for fun |
| I get in the pussy, go ape |
| My young niggas go Bape |
| My fly niggas do Givenchy shit |
| Summertime, I’m on winter shit |
| Cool nigga and my neck is ice |
| Private jet, that’s just the flight |
| While you on the jet then I’m all ears |
| Still shootin' shots like Paul Pierce |
| Shit, news drop when the phone’s near |
| Let me know if a mall’s near |
| So I cop some 1's like fall pair, uh |
| New Ricky (Owens), I got a Glock with a dicky |
| I like my bitch thick, I’m so picky |
| My hundreds is bangin' crip like they is Nipsey |
| But I hang with the slimes in the swamps |
| Ride with the MAC and a pump, yeah |
| Ride with the Glock, don’t get dumped |
| No one-on-one's, bitch, don’t get jumped |
| His family will cry at the wake |
| Pull up to that bitch in the Wraith |
| You know we gon' boom at the opps |
| I got a broom and a mop |
| I got the chicken |
| If I drop the bag, then you come up missin' |
| See me in face |
| Don’t do no phones, them people do listen |
| Y’all niggas better chill |
| You talkin' money, bet a mil |
| You pack guns never kill |
| You never have never will |