Whispers
I hear these niggas whisperin' but they ain't talkin' bout shit
& I ain't with the bickerin', you better keep your mouth zipped
I was only 12 when they was askin' for my autograph
17 years old, the first time I went & kopped a half
Koulda been famous years ago but I was choppin' on the ave
Niggas broke as a joke so I'm feeling like I gotta laugh
I was in the trap while you niggas was doing arts & crafts
I was moving krack but now I'm the nigga that got the gas
Kouldn't afford a meal, now I'm feeling like I got lots of stacks
I'm flexin', no question, ain't stressin' even if the market krash
I'm feeling great, to be honest i'm feeling wonderful
Niggas love to hate but my patnas know that this gun'll blow
Sold alotta weight so i'm grateful but won't get komfortable
Got lots of doe to make but yall know this money kome & go
They say the way a nigga hustle so inspiring
Hot boy, somebody need to go & get the firemen
Bumpin' in the klub wondering who let these liars in
I ball at the mall, you the type to ask who's hiring
I hear these niggas whisperin' but they ain't talkin' bout shit
& I ain't with the bickerin', you better keep your mouth zipped
Killa brought the strippers in & I bet they all thick
& for the pussy niggas whisperin', I hit em when they talk shit
They hatting kus my gwap is up, I'm trappin' till they lock me up
These broke ass niggas ain't got a buck, Snoop Dogg flow, I'm bossin' up
Dropped outta my English klass kus I was fuckin' these commas up
Talkin' shit, I'll tell you how much dick your baby momma suck
Move quiet but my piff is louder then a monster truck
Fuck a diet, I love the beef, that's why this 9 is tucked
Must be talkin' DJ's if you niggas bringin' drama up
I text her, you gone kall her up, believe she wanna baller, yup
Switch hoes like I switch flows, flippin' o's got my wrist froze
Brown liquor in a nigga system, white koke on your bitch nose
I ain't even tryna impose but this nigga mad kus his chick chose
Keep the klique klose kus we been broke, now we turnin' up at all the big shows
Damn I'm the nigga all the niggas wanna listen too
Waiting on my new shit, I ain't even done an interview
I kould teach a nigga how to grip a tool & flip a q
But imma just relax, sip some yak & bring the bitches thru
I hear these niggas whisperin' but they ain't talkin' bout shit
& I ain't with the bickerin', you better keep your mouth zipped
Killa brought the strippers in & I bet they all thick
& for the pussy niggas whisperin', I hit em when they talk shit
& I ain't with the bickerin', you better keep your mouth zipped
I was only 12 when they was askin' for my autograph
17 years old, the first time I went & kopped a half
Koulda been famous years ago but I was choppin' on the ave
Niggas broke as a joke so I'm feeling like I gotta laugh
I was in the trap while you niggas was doing arts & crafts
I was moving krack but now I'm the nigga that got the gas
Kouldn't afford a meal, now I'm feeling like I got lots of stacks
I'm flexin', no question, ain't stressin' even if the market krash
I'm feeling great, to be honest i'm feeling wonderful
Niggas love to hate but my patnas know that this gun'll blow
Sold alotta weight so i'm grateful but won't get komfortable
Got lots of doe to make but yall know this money kome & go
They say the way a nigga hustle so inspiring
Hot boy, somebody need to go & get the firemen
Bumpin' in the klub wondering who let these liars in
I ball at the mall, you the type to ask who's hiring
I hear these niggas whisperin' but they ain't talkin' bout shit
& I ain't with the bickerin', you better keep your mouth zipped
Killa brought the strippers in & I bet they all thick
& for the pussy niggas whisperin', I hit em when they talk shit
They hatting kus my gwap is up, I'm trappin' till they lock me up
These broke ass niggas ain't got a buck, Snoop Dogg flow, I'm bossin' up
Dropped outta my English klass kus I was fuckin' these commas up
Talkin' shit, I'll tell you how much dick your baby momma suck
Move quiet but my piff is louder then a monster truck
Fuck a diet, I love the beef, that's why this 9 is tucked
Must be talkin' DJ's if you niggas bringin' drama up
I text her, you gone kall her up, believe she wanna baller, yup
Switch hoes like I switch flows, flippin' o's got my wrist froze
Brown liquor in a nigga system, white koke on your bitch nose
I ain't even tryna impose but this nigga mad kus his chick chose
Keep the klique klose kus we been broke, now we turnin' up at all the big shows
Damn I'm the nigga all the niggas wanna listen too
Waiting on my new shit, I ain't even done an interview
I kould teach a nigga how to grip a tool & flip a q
But imma just relax, sip some yak & bring the bitches thru
I hear these niggas whisperin' but they ain't talkin' bout shit
& I ain't with the bickerin', you better keep your mouth zipped
Killa brought the strippers in & I bet they all thick
& for the pussy niggas whisperin', I hit em when they talk shit
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Writer(s): Kobie Turner
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