This Is What Happens Flipmode Squad

[Intro: Unknown men, Rah Digga & Rampage]
Ayo, Rah, who dat nigga?
Rah Digga, Rampage
Yeah
Yo man
The word on the street is, (Word) Flipmode has arisen
True, aight (What)
There's a lotta player haters that's (Huh) tryna playa hate y'all (Ay)
Ayy, fuck outta here
Now, word up
Do you have something to say Rah Digga?
Motherfucking right, bitch write her own rhymes
(Ayo Rah, yo Rah, yo Rah)
What? Niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us
Rah, yo, check it, Rah
C'mon, like

[Verse 1: Rah Digga]
What? (What...)
Talked about who rips it right (Yeah)
Always keep a crowd goin' like a schoolyard fight
Always hold it down lovely (Yeah) when it's time to build (Uh-huh)
Been doin' musical chairs like Levert, Sweat, and Gill
Who doubt me, niggas on the internet shout me (Yeah)
Playin' me close, or leave your bitter house stout B
(So, pull your chips out) If it's a bet you want
I'll demolish you and your fuckin' debut, tomboy
Talkin' 'bout she rap now (What?), y'all niggas is sick
I'll be milky like ways or milky like wick or
Whatever type phrase (Huh) rappers choose to model
I'll take it right from you, then have my peoples rob you
Flunky (Huh), all the stations gon' pump me
Street shit, I show another face like Humpty (Nig-as...)
Niggas, that's my word is bond
We gon' hit you with the heat, like you motherfuckin' Spawn