Bobby & Whitney pt. 2
Huh
Control aye, Bobby and Whitney
Huh, yeah, huh
You know huh, I thought you was with me
Huh, yeah
My heart is real heavy
I still kept you stable
When money wasn't steady
I stand on two feet
Now that money be petty
I branded the Heat
In the Miami telly
Caresha my bitch
But I call her lil Kelly
She say smile for me daddy
She thought I was Nelly
My bitch trader jays
She eat vegan spaghetti
Ju miss pronounce diamonds
He call them bageddies
D fell on his sword
They nicknamed him Machete
Fuck a ding dong ditchin
In the school of hard knocks
We done burned all the bridges
And pissed out the pots
Dre kicked down the door
He ain't picking a lock
I pissed off the floor
When I bought all the mops
She say Audemar Tx
What time do you drop
Put the tape in the thermos
I thought it was hot
Been racing the Germans
I thought they was cops
Gave him too much credit
I thought he had glocks
Antetokounmpo fetti
We buy back the block
Don't assume I'm ready
Just wait for the single
Red bone black widow
I pass her the pistol
Hit from the back
Say fashizzle my nizzle
I been had the drip
I was missing the drizzle
I been cracked the code
I was solving the riddle
I been the been had the Flo
I was bein Progressive
I been let you go
No more being possessive
Now I can grow
I been being reflective
Play me like a hoe
I'm gone break the controllers
I'm in it waste deep
Bih you still on my shoulders
I'm playing fake sleep
While you still pillow talking
Her old nigga hating
He steady be stalking
Pupils dilated, Medusa been waiting
That penthouse was fronted
Down there at the basement
Mix designer with thrifty
I thought you was with me
I touch down and act like a thot in yo city
We both did drugs
We was Bobby and Whitney
You bobbin and weaving
I'm Robbin the Neiman's
Banned me from the Macy's
The judge name Big Lexi
I scream go Big Stacy
Caught me w the bitch
But I'm calling her crazy
Get money five ways
They still calling me lazy
Been up for nine days
Saying thanks to the addys
I been raising hell
But I'm not satin daddy
Break my bih outta
Cinci, the real Nasty Natti
Huh
Control aye, Bobby and Whitney
Huh, yeah, huh
You know huh, I thought you was with me
Huh, yeah, I thought you was with me
Control aye, Bobby and Whitney
Huh, yeah, huh
You know huh, I thought you was with me
Huh, yeah
My heart is real heavy
I still kept you stable
When money wasn't steady
I stand on two feet
Now that money be petty
I branded the Heat
In the Miami telly
Caresha my bitch
But I call her lil Kelly
She say smile for me daddy
She thought I was Nelly
My bitch trader jays
She eat vegan spaghetti
Ju miss pronounce diamonds
He call them bageddies
D fell on his sword
They nicknamed him Machete
Fuck a ding dong ditchin
In the school of hard knocks
We done burned all the bridges
And pissed out the pots
Dre kicked down the door
He ain't picking a lock
I pissed off the floor
When I bought all the mops
She say Audemar Tx
What time do you drop
Put the tape in the thermos
I thought it was hot
Been racing the Germans
I thought they was cops
Gave him too much credit
I thought he had glocks
Antetokounmpo fetti
We buy back the block
Don't assume I'm ready
Just wait for the single
Red bone black widow
I pass her the pistol
Hit from the back
Say fashizzle my nizzle
I been had the drip
I was missing the drizzle
I been cracked the code
I was solving the riddle
I been the been had the Flo
I was bein Progressive
I been let you go
No more being possessive
Now I can grow
I been being reflective
Play me like a hoe
I'm gone break the controllers
I'm in it waste deep
Bih you still on my shoulders
I'm playing fake sleep
While you still pillow talking
Her old nigga hating
He steady be stalking
Pupils dilated, Medusa been waiting
That penthouse was fronted
Down there at the basement
Mix designer with thrifty
I thought you was with me
I touch down and act like a thot in yo city
We both did drugs
We was Bobby and Whitney
You bobbin and weaving
I'm Robbin the Neiman's
Banned me from the Macy's
The judge name Big Lexi
I scream go Big Stacy
Caught me w the bitch
But I'm calling her crazy
Get money five ways
They still calling me lazy
Been up for nine days
Saying thanks to the addys
I been raising hell
But I'm not satin daddy
Break my bih outta
Cinci, the real Nasty Natti
Huh
Control aye, Bobby and Whitney
Huh, yeah, huh
You know huh, I thought you was with me
Huh, yeah, I thought you was with me
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Writer(s): Miles Thomas
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