In the Whip

Yea

No what I'm saying like
Where I came from
We ain't really have it like that
So when I got my bread and shit like that
The first thing I did was got me a whip
Like pull up
For real
Let dat shit breathe one time

Yea

Aye

Aye

When I pull up in the whip you know I'm bout to drip
When I pull up in the whip you know I'm bout to drip
When I pull up in the whip you know I'm bout to drip
So much bass up in the trunk it make it hard to take a sip

When I pull up in the whip you know I'm bout to drip
When I pull up in the whip you know I'm bout to drip
When I pull up in the whip you know I'm bout to drip
So much bass up in the trunk it make it hard to take a sip

When I pull up off the lot I gotta go put rims on everything
They hate cause they can't do but I can't fix it
Told my partna if they let me in I gotta do my thang
Tonight I gotta keep it cool can't really overhang
Got a lil boy depending on me
Cuban links all on me
Got yo bitch in VIP posted and drinks all on me
Going hard racism made it worst better keep yo social distance
Mortal Kombat mode gotta keep dat killer instinct
Turn up, turn up, turn up when I pull up in yo town
Double cupping before I walk in the club to act a clown
Pocket full of money made yo hoe get on the ground
She hate you heard it at the house but told yo ass don't make a sound
Damn

When I pull up in the whip you know I'm bout to drip
When I pull up in the whip you know I'm bout to drip
When I pull up in the whip you know I'm bout to drip
So much bass up in the trunk it make it hard to take a sip

When I pull up in the whip you know I'm bout to drip
When I pull up in the whip you know I'm bout to drip
When I pull up in the whip you know I'm bout to drip
So much bass up in the trunk it make it hard to take a sip

Takethawil own brand own everything
Gotta keep my shit tight like a shoestring
Players left the court so dub ballers on my ride
When you know yo rims glide that add a level to the pride
Like bitch I made it
Feel like I'm county club living, see one color in this rap shit I really love living
Tryna reap what sow off everything I really put in work
Wateva she saw in my heavy chain it really made her twerk
Can't really sleep cause my third eye won't let shit pass me
Gotta peep out everything
When you come from where I'm from if you make it out you glad you made it
It may not be shit to you but it is to me
Now pour you up another cup and drink it like a G



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Writer(s): Deonte Wilson
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