Jackboy Flip The Vin (feat. Boosie Badazz)
[Intro: Jackboy]
(Mm, WoodleyOnThaBeat)
Uh, uh (KXVI)
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy
Huh, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
[Chorus: Jackboy]
See my nigga in a stole-o, I told him, "Go 'head, flip the VIN" (Skrrt, VIN)
See my cellie catch a elbow, watched him take it to the chin (Yeah, chin)
I'll never sell my soul, but I'll sell coke inside the trap (Okay, okay, trap)
Can't ever love no ho, when streets start callin', send 'em back (Bye, back)
They flexin' on these niggas, I don't even gotta hit the gym (Gym)
I'm ballin' hard, I dunk on shit, then hang right on the rim (Rim, grr)
I pulled up in a Rolls, you know I'm jumpin' out the back (Back)
I pay a nigga to drive, so that .45 stay on my lap (Let's go, my lap)
[Verse 1: Jackboy]
I pay a nigga to drive, so if you shoot, I'm shootin' back (Back, fah, fah, fah)
I stack my money tall, I got this bitch same height as Shaq (Shaq)
I remember catchin' city buses, tryna chase my dream (Dream, yeah)
With a pocket full of stolen gold, tryna cash out for some green (Ayy, ayy, ayy, green)
See my cellie catch a elbow like he playin' basketball (Ball)
Bought my ho canary yellow diamonds, pissed my side bitch off (Bling)
I'm steady thumbin' through that money, I done got a paper cut (Cut, grrt, grrt, grrt)
Instead of always tryna diss me, jit, go get your paper up (Get it up, up)
[Chorus: Jackboy & Boosie Badazz]
See my nigga in a stole-o, I told him, "Go 'head, flip the VIN" (Skrrt, VIN)
See my cellie catch a elbow, watched him take it to the chin (Yeah, chin)
I'll never sell my soul, but I'll sell coke inside the trap (Okay, okay, trap)
Can't ever love no ho, when streets start callin', send 'em back (Bye, back)
They flexin' on these niggas, I don't even gotta hit the gym (Gym)
I'm ballin' hard, I dunk on shit, then hang right on the rim (Rim, grr)
I pulled up in a Rolls, you know I'm jumpin' out the back (Back)
I pay a nigga to drive, so that .45 stay on my lap (Let's go, my lap, bad)
[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
I would never sell my soul, f..ck these hoes, I got bank rolls
You niggas bitches dirty like my dish, y'all got stank hoes
We make a witness no longer a witness, that's how the game goes
Hoppin' out the back seat of the Ranger Rover, nigga, we get in
My lil' partner just got life and thirty years, he took it on the chin
He told me, "Boosie, I'll be back again" and smiled with a grin
I really been there, I was locked in jail for dunkin' on these niggas like a gym there
You tryna swim with sharks, bitch, you better have your swimwear or drown again (Ooh)
You pussies try to stop my dream, I had to seen them in Taratino
I had real love for this nigga, I thought he was my real friend (Bye)
Plus my own blood brother, for that money, sold your soul, motherfucker, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Jackboy]
See my nigga in a stole-o, I told him, "Go 'head, flip the VIN" (Skrrt, VIN)
See my cellie catch a elbow, watched him take it to the chin (Yeah, chin)
I'll never sell my soul, but I'll sell coke inside the trap (Okay, okay, trap)
Can't ever love no ho, when streets start callin', send 'em back (Bye, back)
They flexin' on these niggas, I don't even gotta hit the gym (Gym)
I'm ballin' hard, I dunk on shit, then hang right on the rim (Rim, grr)
I pulled up in a Rolls, you know I'm jumpin' out the back (Back)
I pay a nigga to drive, so that .45 stay on my lap (Let's go, my lap, fah)
