Stitches - Still Flippin

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I got bricks in my trunk
And I’m driving in my Porsche
I got bricks in my trunk
And I’m driving in my Porsche
Feds follow me everyday
But I’m still flipping bricks
Feds follow me everyday
But I’m still flipping bricks
I got bricks in my trunk
And I’m driving in my Porsche
I got bricks in my trunk
And I’m driving in my Porsche
Feds follow me everyday
But I’m still flipping bricks
Feds follow me everyday
But I’m still flipping bricks
I’m connected, I’m connected
Well respected in the hood
Every way that I go I get love from every hood
I got bricks on top of bricks
I got bricks up in my addy
Everybody that I’m serving
Is a fucking drug addict
I’m a boss motherfucker
But I ain’t no Rick Ross
If I kill your family member
Nigga, sorry for your loss
Twenty years all balling already
Got three children
And I spend ten thousand every month
On each one of my children
When I was young, nigga
I didn’t know my fucking dad
He’s a pussy motherfucker
He was
I’m a father figure to my children
Money on the ceiling
When they kill that nigga Stiches
I’m gon' leave 'em with my millions
I got bricks in my trunk
And I’m driving in my Porsche
I got bricks in my trunk
And I’m driving in my Porsche
Feds follow me everyday
But I’m still flipping bricks
Feds follow me everyday
But I’m still flipping bricks
I got bricks in my trunk
And I’m driving in my Porsche
I got bricks in my trunk
And I’m driving in my Porsche
Feds follow me everyday
But I’m still flipping bricks
Feds follow me everyday
But I’m still flipping bricks
The feds always follow me, they don’t give me my privacy
Niggas always snitching on me, niggas always telling on me
Feds watching, but I’m a service stay fly
Always gotta stay high
Fuck 'round, I pull a drive-by
I got choppers, I got Uzis
Bricks o' cocaine, I’m moving
Fuck with me boy, you losing
I kill you while you snoozing
I come creeping while you sleeping
They say that Stitches he’s a demon
Bitches swallow my semen
My dick got your girl pheening
I always been rude boy, I never been fake
Shoutout to El Chapo, that boy just a skate
I free all of my thugs, bruh
(Free all of my brothers)
Everybody makin' mistakes, yo
Everybody wanna eat a stake
Holla at me if you want a brick
I’ll front’em to ya, I don’t give a shit
I got bricks in my trunk
And I’m driving in my Porsche
I got bricks in my trunk
And I’m driving in my Porsche
Feds follow me everyday
But I’m still flipping bricks
Feds follow me everyday
But I’m still flipping bricks
I got bricks in my trunk
And I’m driving in my Porsche
I got bricks in my trunk
And I’m driving in my Porsche
Feds follow me everyday
But I’m still flipping bricks
Feds follow me everyday
But I’m still flipping bricks