This is a song about "Flip it"

Throat clench and your smile flip.

Keeping them on the hip

Times up mind flip ...why why why...

No more will we cry

We got the money, now let's make it flip like gymnastics,

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

You take my shit, flip it around, and now you think you sick?

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

I'll flip it hard not soft when you trippin and tryin to spit it.

I could click it and stick it flip it around and kick flip it.

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Yeah i'm a shit-stirrer, bitch, and i'm ready to flip

Flip it for profit, flowin hip hop bitch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village