Whitney
Bini
Bini, Bini
Bini, Bini
Man I'm gettin big you woulda' thought that I'm from Texas
Everyday I wake up and go out man fuck the breakfast
If he talkin' shit I'll cross his name right off my checklist
We run up on that boy and snatch his chain look at my necklace
Right up on my neck I think this shit a hunnid' thousand
Rollin down the block I saw that boy I think I found him
I don't gotta shoot my boys get out and then they pound him
We leave and come right back we spinnin' circles right around him
That boy said that he was my friend, but really I just used him
If anybody askin bout him, no I never knew him
They lookin at me now and sayin, oh man this the new him
I'm so high they call me Whitney, feel like I'm from Houston
Man I'm gettin big you woulda' thought that I'm from Texas
Everyday I wake up and go out man fuck the breakfast
If he talkin' shit I'll cross his name right off my checklist
We run up on that boy and snatch his chain look at my necklace
The cops be waitin' at my door, they heard I killed the track
I'm lookin through the windows, see the ops, sneak out the back
I'm runnin' through the yard, they see me, then they gon' attack
They seein' that it's Bini, ain't you the boy who rap
Yeah you know it's Bini and I'm really runnin' shit up
I really want the neck don't give a fuck up about a bitch hug
Online he all about it when we see him he a bitch thug
I give a bitch some dick she comin' back like she a hiccup
If you don't give me head, then sorry bitch then you is dead to me
If you aint makin' money, sorry boy you not a friend to me
You either with me or you not, I really can't have frenemies
I can't trust nobody, they be plottin' on the end of me
Get the money movin' out, I really keep it simple
Put a hole right in his face, he always said he wanted dimples
Popped him in his forehead, always said he hated pimples
I let my dog finish the job, he always said that he loved pitbulls
Man I'm gettin big you woulda thought that I'm from Texas
Everyday I wake up and go out man fuck the breakfast
If he talkin' shit I'll cross his name right off my checklist
We run up on that boy and snatch his chain look at my necklace
That boy said that he was my friend, but really I just used him
If anybody askin' bout' him, no I never knew him
They lookin at me now and sayin, oh man this the new him
I'm so high they call me Whitney, feel like I'm from Houston
Bini, Bini
Bini, Bini
Man I'm gettin big you woulda' thought that I'm from Texas
Everyday I wake up and go out man fuck the breakfast
If he talkin' shit I'll cross his name right off my checklist
We run up on that boy and snatch his chain look at my necklace
Right up on my neck I think this shit a hunnid' thousand
Rollin down the block I saw that boy I think I found him
I don't gotta shoot my boys get out and then they pound him
We leave and come right back we spinnin' circles right around him
That boy said that he was my friend, but really I just used him
If anybody askin bout him, no I never knew him
They lookin at me now and sayin, oh man this the new him
I'm so high they call me Whitney, feel like I'm from Houston
Man I'm gettin big you woulda' thought that I'm from Texas
Everyday I wake up and go out man fuck the breakfast
If he talkin' shit I'll cross his name right off my checklist
We run up on that boy and snatch his chain look at my necklace
The cops be waitin' at my door, they heard I killed the track
I'm lookin through the windows, see the ops, sneak out the back
I'm runnin' through the yard, they see me, then they gon' attack
They seein' that it's Bini, ain't you the boy who rap
Yeah you know it's Bini and I'm really runnin' shit up
I really want the neck don't give a fuck up about a bitch hug
Online he all about it when we see him he a bitch thug
I give a bitch some dick she comin' back like she a hiccup
If you don't give me head, then sorry bitch then you is dead to me
If you aint makin' money, sorry boy you not a friend to me
You either with me or you not, I really can't have frenemies
I can't trust nobody, they be plottin' on the end of me
Get the money movin' out, I really keep it simple
Put a hole right in his face, he always said he wanted dimples
Popped him in his forehead, always said he hated pimples
I let my dog finish the job, he always said that he loved pitbulls
Man I'm gettin big you woulda thought that I'm from Texas
Everyday I wake up and go out man fuck the breakfast
If he talkin' shit I'll cross his name right off my checklist
We run up on that boy and snatch his chain look at my necklace
That boy said that he was my friend, but really I just used him
If anybody askin' bout' him, no I never knew him
They lookin at me now and sayin, oh man this the new him
I'm so high they call me Whitney, feel like I'm from Houston
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Writer(s): Albin Vucetaj
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