WHIP 2 FAST!

Bad lil bitch on my dick and now she won't get off
Niggas talk down on me then try to steal my sauce
Niggas looked down on me like they ain't took a loss (What? Damn)
Now I'm like a boss driving foreign cars
Whip too fast, whip too
Yea whip too fast, whip too (What?)
Whip too fast, whip too
Whip too fast, whip too

Let's hop in the whip and just go
Pi'erre made the beat and I'm beating them cheeks and I'm making you lose all control
Tell her lick up my skeet and I stay in these streets and I'm dolo I'm good on my own
Big bank roll on me lil nigga my neck and my teeth froze (Yea)
Hop in the whip it go beep beep
She got my songs on repeat
She know I'm lit that's why she on me
Before I fuck need to see some I.D.
I just hit up 3K Cheeze
Told that boy yea we finna make a hit
Big forty on me nigga wig get split
I walk and I talk like I know I'm the shit
We'll pull up to your front door back door
Yea you know I'm in the trap doe
In the yo making smacks bro
All up in your baby mama crib and I'm eating all ya kid snacks bro
Out in Hollywood hills yea we getting lit like a fucking match bro
Lit like a fucking match doe yea

Bad lil bitch on my dick and now she won't get off
Niggas talk down on me then try to steal my sauce
Niggas looked down on me like they ain't took a loss (What? Damn)
Now I'm like a boss driving foreign cars
Whip too fast, whip too
Yea whip too fast, whip too (What?)
Whip too fast, whip too
Whip too fast, whip too

Yea whip too fast, drinking and driving I hope I don't crash
I got yo bitch in the back of the back infatuated cause she shaking that ass damn
You know the dash is digital, all of these chains you think I was spiritual
Smoking this loud hell naw I ain't hearing you
Toting a gun but nobody is fearing you
Mans did a bid he'll be home in a year or two knocking him out situation is critical
Scraping these streets with ease smoking this tree you be puffing on leaves
3K on me but I'm not Cheeze
All of this ice on my neck make me freeze
Lavish living everyday of the week
Bad ass bitch she stay on fleek
All black leather upon my seats, no drinks in here please
This here be that luxury whip
All blue bills but I'm not a crip
BLKHRT said he got a glock on his hip
Running ya lips get hit in ya shit
Doing the dash inside of my whip
Whip too fast I'm out of this bitch (Lxrd)

Bad lil bitch on my dick and now she won't get off
Niggas talk down on me then try to steal my sauce
Niggas looked down on me like they ain't took a loss (What? Damn)
Now I'm like a boss driving foreign cars
Whip too fast, whip too
Yea whip too fast, whip too (What?)
Whip too fast, whip too
Whip too fast, whip too



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Writer(s): Darion Brown
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