[Talking]
Ay I know alot of yall niggaz wonderin haha
is this nigga doin good? (yup)
is this nigga really ridin spinners? (yup) hah
I tell them niggaz man - cant you tell a nigga doin good man
cant you tell Lil Flip is in the building
we got Dj Squeeky on the track...Gudda Gudda - Clover Gs

[Chorus 2X - Flip]
We throw bows we blow dro
we ride blades and low pros
umm....I heard you doin good
nigga cant you tell
oh you still in the hood cause you aint doin too well

[Verse 1 - Flip]
Now when I pull up in my drop one switch make it rock
one switch make it hop the other switch make it stop
I got wood grain on my dash paper out the ass
I dont ride around with wallets I carry paper bags
ride around with techs endo with a vest
Giovannis on my Hummer and spinners on my Lex
I rep Houston Tex where niggaz bang Screw
we ride candy paint nigga what about yo crew
got a piece and a chain a watch and a ring
ten thousand square foot home plus a spot for my plane
I spitt game to hoes to get em out they clothes
cause thats how it go when all ya jewelry froze
I been pimpin for awhile Im a hot boy like Nile
my jacket is mink - but my shoes are crocodile
Im thuggin forever fifty karats in my bezzel
but Im like Trillville cause yall cant get on my level

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Gudda]
Uhhh Im in the club buckin f*ck it Im a throw some bows
hit the bar and get bent and go and f*ck some hoes
Im this bitch actin wild you know how Gudda do it
I got my pistol on my hip incase I get into it
niggaz drinkin that Incredible Hulk
now he drunk and he think he the Incredible Hulk
uhhh they gonhave to drag him out this bitch
then the police goncome and drag me out this bitch.... (yea Gudda)

[Verse 3 - Supa]
Im doin good and it feels great
Im in the hood H2 and its charcoal gray
supa dupfly boy Im supa dupfrisby
give a f*ck about the name just know he gets busy
mouth of the south you know ya know me well
hollow shells - swell you like a macaroni shell
f*ck you haters the chains is off
Clover chains is on...we off the chains lilboy (yea)

[Chorus]

[Verse 4 - MJG]
Uh yea come on....
MJG pimp tight and Lil Flip got a hit on the chart
but if a girl wanna get on the chart shit Ill still put a bitch on the block
you dont really want that really now tell the truth slow ya role
you got the cars and clothes but you still dont know ya hoes
Im a Hoe - ologist I dissect the bitch and find the problem
I got solutions for a problem Im here to resolve em
pull up in a 1969 Impala whites over blacks they harder
everyday I wake up early tryna make a dollar I think I wanna pop my collar
could it be Im just a natural born with alittle dose of pimpin
oooh nothin but motionless women strap up put alittle life up in em
I dont pretend I mean exactly what I mean
I dont sell those you can go to sleep and have a dream
when I roll through the dirty south sittin up on my twenty - fos
breakin me a ciggerillo down...fillin it up with nothin but dro
M - J - f*ckin G representer of the dirty
but I spit it hard enough to make sure that the world heard me

[Chorus]


[Thanks to jllg17 for adding these lyrics]