Wylin Out - Fliptrix

I’m stoned jamming the food a whole bag in

Puffing on challenge I’m known to smoke gallons

I hit 'em with the flow they’re like: «who's the man»

One who’s on the road with the stickers like: 'bam'

Step up in the jam with the owls and the fam

Looking kinda haps like I just linked my yat for a slam

And I did, I was like: 'bang'

Well thank you man

Then I yam down on some chips, eggs 'n' ham

Understand I was like: 'damn'

They was quite nice yeah

They was kinda nang

Nothing aggy

I move fast like a Kawasaki

When I need to get the blueberry cheese out the baggy

Get so lean I crawled on floors like my name’s maggie

Back hand slap you if you back chat me

Famalam that’s a fact man — I do it gladly

Back hand slap you if you back chat me

That’s a fact man but what — I do it gladly

Hold it down, I’m like no way

Cause man I merk the mic up with no real delay, They’re like:

Hold it down, I’m like no way

Cause man I’m wylin out, wylin out, every day.

They’re like:

Hold it down, I’m like no way

Cause man I merk the mic up with no real delay, They’re like:

Hold it down I’m like no way

Cause man I’m wylin out, wylin out, every day

I wanna start this bar with a: h-h-hello

I be spitting flows since I wore shoes with velcros

Do I wanna burn a little thai?

Hell no

Man I got the hydroponic chronic by the shelf load

But the shelf life is very low cause I blitz it yo!

It’s immaculate, back grown, pure grown, damn it looks fabulous

Like me mashed out my face riding bikes backwards

This tracks for the ugly and unnattractive

Unlucky son, being that butters must be tragic

I flip tricks backwards, my trick lands on mattresses

I’m munching shrooms that’s made of magic

Owl eyes popping out the wall on some mad shit

Trynna smoke the whole fucking world in an atlas

Lungs getting wheezier

Vision turned sepia

Couldn’t really care if the 'trix getting creepier

Roll round the club, see if man’s got an E for ya

ABCs and getting hammered life’s greezy star

You don’t wanna get parred

You don’t wanna test me when I’m pedaling my bars

At the lemon peng store

Shit straight soothing

Like I mediate in the bath better

Fill the jar to the the brim

Word to the wise

I’m high yet I’m out to win

Understand that;

Kim