Numb / F.L.I.P
Numb:
[Hook]
Shit, now boy you got me to the point where I don't give a fuck
Yeah, I know I was slippin' for a minute
But it's funny cause you trippin' up
And I don't care if niggas getting up
You got me to the point where I don't give a fuck
You could even call my phone but I ain't picking up
Cause I remember I was riding ‘till a nigga caught them flats
Ain’t nobody had my back, lose all my bitches half
And they got me to the point where I don’t give a fuck
[Verse]
Man how it feel to be numb
What, that sound crazy nigga numb is no feelings
I’m so willing to steer these dudes the right way
You know, spread my darkness in a bright way
Looking for a wife hey, it's like I’m tryna find a wife
When every bitch I like seem to be living for them likes
Girl, it’s more than just your insta, that see the bigger picture
Speaking of insta, finna gram with my niggas
Making plans with my niggas
Left my bitch and now it’s no stress
I get to popping, now she watching, that’s my rolex
It’s no rest when you tryna get your name out
Niggas come from nooses, stupid I ain’t tryna hang out
Especially with lame niggas
I paint the picture, dip the brush up in my pain nigga
Yeah bars to you niggas, strip you of your pride
I’m like stars to you niggas
Ain’t a secret on a Sunday, all these bitches get to twerking
And niggas get to searching, but now we call that thirsting
Man I swear twitter turn lyin' into talent
Until then I’m a try and find balance
[Outro]
Shit if I was ever slippin’, know I got up
And niggas keep putting them shots up
But they ‘gon keep breaking and we ‘gon keep laughing
‘Cause they ‘gon keep tripping and we ‘gon sneak past ‘em
Mothafuck ‘em though, it go cut the pussy niggas or you is one
Stingy with the fucks, bro you know I ain’t finna give none
I said you know I ain’t finna give none
F.L.I.P:
[Verse]
Man I’m never simpin’ it’s against the flip laws
Shit bitches deserve to get dogged, just by definition
They seen the hoes taking over, I see less of women
Welcome to Cali, lemme take you on this expidition
This is where niggas mob at, for sure you could get robbed at
A pussy nigga get clapped and we applaud that
Man I’m probably in the hood with a terrible run
Or the same city Harold was from
No disrespect but I don’t care who shot 50
See we was more concerned with who shot Ricky
Boyz N’ The Hood when we was boys in the hood
A nigga snitched and brought the boys to the hood
It’s all bad now, but you could get it if you asked for it
Don’t try to trip without a passport
Man I swear that I’m a present to the street
And never fail, they ain’t 'effing with the beast