Scoo B & Lil Pasty - No Flipz No Heckz (feat. Lil Buttcheek)

Scoo B

You already know that I'm the boss in town
When I come to the club I'ma run it down
When you give me the rules I'ma toss 'em out
You know I'm a thug 'til my mom's around

I say things real mean like a savage
'Boutta count it up real green like a cabbage
Radish, even Griff P. couldn't manage
Lavish, four syllables apparatus

Words hit hard like kicks to Ronda
Looking for your girl, so where's Lafonda
One hot dog, mutt in the sauna
One cool cat, Garfield's lasagna

Bunch of fricken chickens who've been flipping ammunition
Spitting bricks and fricken hitting with some repetition
Those who know the most can try to grill like some nutrition
Ain't no switching keep it lit and don't give in to competition

Holy flipping cow, flipping out, got the socks
Scoo B, real G, need pray to gosh
Ain't me, and I'm with these dreams that I got
I've been yelling no hecks from my neck 'til I drop

No flips

Ain't no collars on our necks, we don't give no hecks
We living on the edge, we don't know what's next
Lil Pasty got the stick, and Lil Scoob got snacks
Our money is bloody but we just cleaned our racks

I don't really give a flipping heck about rules
I'ma keep doing my thang way better than you fools
Never waitin' after I eat, to jump in the pools
While you sitting on the phone, Googling how to be cool

Straight savage at school, straight savage at home
You know I'm feeling like a rockstar, Post Malone
And when it's 9 at night, you know I don't gotta go
Cause I be dropping all these rhymes like I'm RhymeZone

I'm the star, you're the sponge
Knee's 90 degrees I'm feeling the lunge
Got me rising on the charts like a bun in the oven
Cause Pasty really don't give a flipping heck about nothing

I be balling every day
Your chick calling every day
I don't really gotta say
But you know she wanna play
And I know she feel that way
Because just the other day
She came down my way
Told me bout your childs play

It's Pasty and the Scoob and Lil Buttcheek on deck
Dropping all these rhymes like I'm finna start a wreck
If there's one last thing that you'll never forget
It's that the Booling Scoob Gang doesn't give a flipping heck

No hecks

Ain't no collars on our necks, we don't give no hecks
We living on the edge, we don't know what's next
Lil Pasty got the stick, and Lil Scoob got snacks
Our money is bloody but we just cleaned our racks

Buttcheek thugging
I be hugging
On your momma and your auntie
Yeah I show 'em loving

I got socks
And I make profits
Duel wield glocks
I secure the cockpit

I'm original
And y'all are carbon copies
I got so many girls
I cannot keep the women off me

Scoob just want the money and Pasty want it all
And when we in the spot you know we only here to ball
I know you didn't pay your rent your spending in the mall
You probably took the metro cause you couldn't afford a car

Gold bar, gold bar, gold bar, gold brick
I got two thick women and they flick my switch
And I know a lotta people tryna see my riches
All I tell 'em gosh, darn, dang, heck, and frick

Written by:
Gavin Parrish, Izaiah Bowdish, Omar Parrilla

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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