Bitches in My Whip
Y'all fucked up today
Huh you know they did
BITCH
Lil bitch
Huh
Toot
Yeeuh
Bitches in my whip they got they shirt off
Driving in my car I might just skirt off
Beatin up the pussy get the hurt off
You drinkin like a bitch you sippin Smirnoff
She give retarded brain, I call that bitch my dumb fuck
Please don't call me names, you might just catch these hand cuffs
Might be hall of fame, but for now in the present like I'm Santa
White kid, fragile, like yo auntie hair brush
Yo bitch a good cook like the way she work the spatula
Got that good good licked her lips she said spectacula
I ain't from the hood but these bitches actin ratchet bruh
He be drift wood i stay solid no viagra bruh
Why you stayin shook? My murder be vehicula
And I came for blood bitch, you can call me Dracula
These hoes say I bug I'm here to say I am tarantula and I don't answer her
Pretty much came out the pussy as a perfect picture
Tangled hair, happy feet, freckled face the magnific elixir
Bitch I ain't disturbed but I'm down with the sickness
Breaking down the herb or with Zay but
You can call him thickness, no name is my gang I'm feelin extra Hippy
Acid in my brain all you little birdies meltin
We act the same, turn 1 to Bazillion
Caramel colored paint my coup is Brazilian
Rap is crinkling like white peoples forehead
I don't have restraint y'all better pray like Mormon little bitch, and I get it huh
Outta breathe, gasping after puffin a flute
A glass vile with some water I'mma fuck and then scoot
Tough to run with I'm hard just like the tongue in my boot
Fun wit a crew, never ended with the cops we always fuckin runnin the loot
We strut at 2 mornin
These pussy lil rappers actin white as fuck like porcelain
Only smokin crunchy weed breakin like corn chips
Chillin the back with the baggies lure whores in
Peelin off in a whip it's not mine we floored it
Flourish, in the cut slammed and peep the organs
Boring all the audiences got a warrant
For my arrest, I flee in a private jet up to Florence
In the lead check the book they take the fuckin score in
Surplus of a dick and bitches think you got a shortage
Portions of the ass hot or cold I'll eat the porridge
Three lil bitches in my crib and 2 are foreign
I'm roarin watch ya back I'm bout to work
Bouta leave you toothless with a heel and snout to curb
You poppin acid while I'm feelin got some loud to burn
Blastin while we acting up, back up I'm bound to burst
I'm straight from out the lurch, runnin lookin for a scout to lurk
And search for the drugs because a motherfuckin drought occurred
Allowed to burp at the dinner table cause I'm down to earth
You bout to learn what it's like to fuck with the big dogs
Picked off, from the pack runnin from the thick fog
From my thick log got me sick dawg
Only smokin loud so I never hear them shit talk
Talking stick talk
I walk my stiff walk
And no I'm never pissed off
Bitches in my whip they got they shirt off
Driving in my car I might just skirt off
Beatin up the pussy get the hurt off
You drinkin like a bitch you sippin Smirnoff
Bitches in my whip they got they shirt off
Driving in my car I might just skirt off
Beatin up the pussy get the hurt off
You drinkin like a bitch you sippin Smirnoff
I... Am Amun Ra... king of gods
I stay moving never stuck stagnant, y'all laggin
How you makin bank wearing polo shirts braggin
My pockets name is clay cuz that's where the cash is
Dodging like the matrix when bullshit starts to blastin
Stressin over shit til you endin up in caskets
Never doubt me I'm final four breakin brackets
Gettin duckets and buckets like James at the basket
Bouta buy a new whip, no vanity slave
You bouta hear it crackin cuz you bouta get whipped and slain
Shackled down with yo golden rings and chains
I got dreams of enzos but I just want a bronco
Call it OJ and it's gotta be blanco
Yeah I like expensive shit but not if it's diablo
Already 19 where did the time go
I remember watching the 'guin that went by Pablo
Two years since 'ye with the Life of Pablo
If he's the closest thing to Einstein, I'm closest thing to Ramsey and Newton
I know the government lyin bout Trump and Putin
And the air the pollutin
Bitches in my whip they got they shirt off
Driving in my car I might just skirt off
Beatin up the pussy get the hurt off
You drinkin like a bitch you sippin Smirnoff
Bitches in my whip they got they shirt off
Driving in my car I might just skirt off
Beatin up the pussy get the hurt off
You drinkin like a bitch you sippin Smirnoff
Yardiknow what we doin... YONSAN
Yeahhh run up on you shoot you in the face in front of yo grandma nigga
Huh you know they did
BITCH
Lil bitch
Huh
Toot
Yeeuh
Bitches in my whip they got they shirt off
Driving in my car I might just skirt off
Beatin up the pussy get the hurt off
You drinkin like a bitch you sippin Smirnoff
She give retarded brain, I call that bitch my dumb fuck
Please don't call me names, you might just catch these hand cuffs
Might be hall of fame, but for now in the present like I'm Santa
White kid, fragile, like yo auntie hair brush
Yo bitch a good cook like the way she work the spatula
Got that good good licked her lips she said spectacula
I ain't from the hood but these bitches actin ratchet bruh
He be drift wood i stay solid no viagra bruh
Why you stayin shook? My murder be vehicula
And I came for blood bitch, you can call me Dracula
These hoes say I bug I'm here to say I am tarantula and I don't answer her
Pretty much came out the pussy as a perfect picture
Tangled hair, happy feet, freckled face the magnific elixir
Bitch I ain't disturbed but I'm down with the sickness
Breaking down the herb or with Zay but
You can call him thickness, no name is my gang I'm feelin extra Hippy
Acid in my brain all you little birdies meltin
We act the same, turn 1 to Bazillion
Caramel colored paint my coup is Brazilian
Rap is crinkling like white peoples forehead
I don't have restraint y'all better pray like Mormon little bitch, and I get it huh
Outta breathe, gasping after puffin a flute
A glass vile with some water I'mma fuck and then scoot
Tough to run with I'm hard just like the tongue in my boot
Fun wit a crew, never ended with the cops we always fuckin runnin the loot
We strut at 2 mornin
These pussy lil rappers actin white as fuck like porcelain
Only smokin crunchy weed breakin like corn chips
Chillin the back with the baggies lure whores in
Peelin off in a whip it's not mine we floored it
Flourish, in the cut slammed and peep the organs
Boring all the audiences got a warrant
For my arrest, I flee in a private jet up to Florence
In the lead check the book they take the fuckin score in
Surplus of a dick and bitches think you got a shortage
Portions of the ass hot or cold I'll eat the porridge
Three lil bitches in my crib and 2 are foreign
I'm roarin watch ya back I'm bout to work
Bouta leave you toothless with a heel and snout to curb
You poppin acid while I'm feelin got some loud to burn
Blastin while we acting up, back up I'm bound to burst
I'm straight from out the lurch, runnin lookin for a scout to lurk
And search for the drugs because a motherfuckin drought occurred
Allowed to burp at the dinner table cause I'm down to earth
You bout to learn what it's like to fuck with the big dogs
Picked off, from the pack runnin from the thick fog
From my thick log got me sick dawg
Only smokin loud so I never hear them shit talk
Talking stick talk
I walk my stiff walk
And no I'm never pissed off
Bitches in my whip they got they shirt off
Driving in my car I might just skirt off
Beatin up the pussy get the hurt off
You drinkin like a bitch you sippin Smirnoff
Bitches in my whip they got they shirt off
Driving in my car I might just skirt off
Beatin up the pussy get the hurt off
You drinkin like a bitch you sippin Smirnoff
I... Am Amun Ra... king of gods
I stay moving never stuck stagnant, y'all laggin
How you makin bank wearing polo shirts braggin
My pockets name is clay cuz that's where the cash is
Dodging like the matrix when bullshit starts to blastin
Stressin over shit til you endin up in caskets
Never doubt me I'm final four breakin brackets
Gettin duckets and buckets like James at the basket
Bouta buy a new whip, no vanity slave
You bouta hear it crackin cuz you bouta get whipped and slain
Shackled down with yo golden rings and chains
I got dreams of enzos but I just want a bronco
Call it OJ and it's gotta be blanco
Yeah I like expensive shit but not if it's diablo
Already 19 where did the time go
I remember watching the 'guin that went by Pablo
Two years since 'ye with the Life of Pablo
If he's the closest thing to Einstein, I'm closest thing to Ramsey and Newton
I know the government lyin bout Trump and Putin
And the air the pollutin
Bitches in my whip they got they shirt off
Driving in my car I might just skirt off
Beatin up the pussy get the hurt off
You drinkin like a bitch you sippin Smirnoff
Bitches in my whip they got they shirt off
Driving in my car I might just skirt off
Beatin up the pussy get the hurt off
You drinkin like a bitch you sippin Smirnoff
Yardiknow what we doin... YONSAN
Yeahhh run up on you shoot you in the face in front of yo grandma nigga
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Writer(s): Leo Traum, Gabe Panzeca
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