FLIP FONE

First off let me cry about it

You should keep throwing shade don’t be shy about it

How bout an uppercut under your chin bone

I’ll fold you mutha fucka like a flip phone

I hope the mouths keep running been along time coming from all the way back to grade school

Hey fool me fool you fool the new dude , step right right up mutha fucka imma school you. thats what the kids used to say, just minding my

Business but bullied every day,

Ya know it’s tragic really ya I know it’s shitty

When I’m running for my life ya somethin like Ricky

And every situation is gettin kinda sticky

Got a fistful of rage and tank full of misery

 Hickory dickery dock, my eyes stay on the clock, Im locked in the bathroom stall, only 2 more hours then im off ya

Fuck these mutha fucka imma do me

They don’t got a damn clue what they got comin

First off let me cry about it

You should keep throwing shade don’t be shy about it

How bout an uppercut under your chin bone

I’ll fold you mutha fucka like a flip phone

From traumas to commas, imma karma this bitch

I Spit raw, rip jaws, kriss kross mutha fuckas

Get loss, hip toss, bitches in the gutta

My temper can get to me now a days

But I gotta little feeling it’s built up rage

So do me a favor a look the other way

I might fuck around put my fist to your face

Ha sike you idiot, I was just curious if you thought I was serious

Actually

I chew bitches up who run their mouth

Like gum under desks in a dirty schoolhouse

(Spit) Who’s house is it now

You don’t say the same shit back on the playground

don’t run it up cuz I ran it up

And I don’t fuck with you amateurs

Sideline little bitches your examiners