Los Punks - Flip the Script

Have you met my friend
What's up my friend, I remember when I had your back like you were my twin
I didn't know that you'd stoop so low, Until you showed up at my lady's door
You kept on knocking till she let you in, How do you wear the mask of the so-called friend
I guess I should've never turned my back cause you're the rat that couldn't resist the cheese on the trap
It sucks I used to call you my best friend, well fucker we were homies since the age of ten
But not like back when we were little boys, I've grown up I no longer share my toys, homeboy
Flip the script, you did the doe doe twist, you couldn't find it on your own, you had to take a sniff
Looking back, I could not counter react cause you don't have the balls to come pull out the knife in my back
Flip the script, you did the doe doe twist, you couldn't find it on your own, you had to take a sniff
Looking back, I could not counter react, cause you don't have the balls to come pull out the knife out of my back
You know who you are, that dog you sniffs around the yard when you ain't looking
And try and get a taste of what mama's cooking, what's up fool, you couldn't find it on your own
To my sweet girl who played along, you know you did me wrong, but I'll save that for another song
Cause this one's for that flip, who traded in my friendship for a pair of tits
You'll get what you deserve, cause now you gotta watch your back from me and her
Flip the script, you did the doe doe twist, you couldn't find it on your own, you had to take a sniff
Looking back, I could not counter react, cause you don't have the balls to come pull out the knife out of my back

Written by:
Miguel Jimenez

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