Whippin It
Young Stoner Life, BSlime, Young Thug
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(Hahaha, it's Razy) Yeah, ayy, , ayy, yeah (Babyg is here, let's go) woo I was just whipping that Benz, that's that bullet fucker I just fucked her, fucked her friend, that was undercover I just told you once again, I'm that motherfucker This Celine, not Cartier lens, with a Gucci sweater Shit, whippin' it whip out the pot, I'm tryna whippin' it better He a pussy pyat, crack 'em like he kettle I just made 'em flee out, sing like Omeretta (yeah) Diamonds dancing, and they dangling with all bezels (woo) All this fucking ice I'm rocking, need some kind of sweater I just pulled a coat out the garage and it was Margiela Lil' bit' bitch, go ask your daddy, I'm the trendsetter I just told the bank don't look inside none of my kid's treasures Oxycontin make a nigga barely walk Hundred fifty for my mouth and I can barely talk (woo) Thank you, I just took a picture in the backyard (woo) Thank you, I just fucked your sister in the same car (let's go) Shit, whippin', and whip out the can, I'm kickin' my shit, Lui Kang I told 'em if you want you a chain you gotta go bah, gotta go bah She told me, "Daddy, finger my pussy when you wear your rings" (woo) I like how it sound when it clang, you pulling it out, it's a whole lotta stains I was just whipping that Benz, that's that bullet fucker I just fucked her, fucked her friend, that was undercover I just told you once again, I'm that motherfucker This Celine, not Cartier lens, with a Gucci sweater Shit, whippin' it whip out the pot, I'm tryna whippin' it better He a pussy pyat, crack 'em like he kettle I just made him flee out, sing like Omeretta (yeah) Diamonds dancing, and they dangling with all bezels (woo) Cartier all on my bitch, I fucked her on a Perc Tossed that ho like I was Kaepernick and I asked 'em, "What's it worth?" Rock real diamonds, ain't no cappin', yeah, we finna start a purge Put 'em up and knock 'em down, we put they ass right in the dirt Drippin' in that AMG 63 Benz I cut ties with all them losers, told 'em, "I don't need friends" Safe to say, I'm havin' money while these niggas hatin' Raidin', playpen, knock 'em down, they layin', yeah Shit, I was just whippin' a Lamb', I came straight outta the trenches (on God) Had the ambition to get it, but I had to whip it right out of the skillet (woo) All I know is to go get it, I came out the trenches, I'm one of the realest I got pulled over by 12, he wiggin', he had let up on a ticket (pussy) I was just whipping that Benz, that's that bullet fucker I just fucked her, fucked her friend, that was undercover I just told you once again, I'm that motherfucker This Celine, not Cartier lens, with a Gucci sweater Shit, whippin' it whip out the pot, I'm tryna whippin' it better He a pussy pyat, crack 'em like he kettle I just made him flee out, sing like Omeretta (yeah) Diamonds dancing, and they dangling with all bezels (woo)
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Written by: Jaborious Grier, Jeffery Lamar Williams
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