Whip It
We wanna see you with it
Sho' could treat you right
Give me just a minute of your time tonight
We both are here to have good fun
So let it whip
Ayy (let the BandPlay)
Ayy, bitches know that I'm P, and I'm thuggin', I'm still in the streets
If he run up, I alt and delete, clean the Glock and repeat
It get hot, throw that bitch in a creek
Hit the spot, it's twelve-hundred a P
I went flawless my teeth, diamond, boy, this shit wet as a sink
That boy dumb then a bitch, if he reach, I'm the G.O.A.T. of the D
Let's be real, Stevie Wonder could see that I'm havin' this shit, and I'm flee
Labels call every week, I can't sign, I got cases to beat
Plus, I touch 80K every week
Ain't gon' lie, this shit sweet
Let it whip, if he step on my feet on my son, used to slide every week
Ever shot out a Jeep wit' no doors
So them niggas could see who it was just to see if they street
Don't get put on a tee, on the 'net tryna act like you gangster
I got enough bread for the fee
Bitch, you know I'm a G, I got killers come straight out the east
They pull up on a horse wit' a ski
Bitch, I'm fucking for free
Don't you dare say the pussy a fee 'cause you bound to get left in the streets
I make ten off of feats and I ain't touched a 'bow in some weeks
But I know where OG for the cheap
Cross the line, bet I tweak
Gotta know I ain't goin' for none
You think that I'm cappin', come and see
We wanna see you with it
Sho' could treat you right
Give me just a minute of your time tonight
We both are here to have good fun
So let it whip
Ayy, let it whip in a pot in my spot
All that powder would lock once the fiends had a taste, it was hot
Thinking I'm cappin', I'm not
Boy, you better go ask 'bout my spot
On my son, it was me and D-Rocc
From the Nawf to the block
Boy, that shit just a skip and a hop
Lil' KB gettin' skats off the lot
This shit all of the rock, now I'm rolling
My bitch, she controlling
She like to keep one in my Glock
Let it whip if he run in my spot
Let it whip if he think that he hot just to show him he not
Let it whip when I'm spinnin' the block
Whip again if we ain't get him got
When we catch him, he popped out a whip since he say that I flopped
Bought another to shit on a opp', now let's talk 'bout the watch
And the chains and shit all of these rings
Safe to say I done turnt up a notch, hey
We wanna see you with it
Sho' could treat you right
Give me just a minute of your time tonight
We both are here to have good fun
So let it whip
Sho' could treat you right
Give me just a minute of your time tonight
We both are here to have good fun
So let it whip
Ayy (let the BandPlay)
Ayy, bitches know that I'm P, and I'm thuggin', I'm still in the streets
If he run up, I alt and delete, clean the Glock and repeat
It get hot, throw that bitch in a creek
Hit the spot, it's twelve-hundred a P
I went flawless my teeth, diamond, boy, this shit wet as a sink
That boy dumb then a bitch, if he reach, I'm the G.O.A.T. of the D
Let's be real, Stevie Wonder could see that I'm havin' this shit, and I'm flee
Labels call every week, I can't sign, I got cases to beat
Plus, I touch 80K every week
Ain't gon' lie, this shit sweet
Let it whip, if he step on my feet on my son, used to slide every week
Ever shot out a Jeep wit' no doors
So them niggas could see who it was just to see if they street
Don't get put on a tee, on the 'net tryna act like you gangster
I got enough bread for the fee
Bitch, you know I'm a G, I got killers come straight out the east
They pull up on a horse wit' a ski
Bitch, I'm fucking for free
Don't you dare say the pussy a fee 'cause you bound to get left in the streets
I make ten off of feats and I ain't touched a 'bow in some weeks
But I know where OG for the cheap
Cross the line, bet I tweak
Gotta know I ain't goin' for none
You think that I'm cappin', come and see
We wanna see you with it
Sho' could treat you right
Give me just a minute of your time tonight
We both are here to have good fun
So let it whip
Ayy, let it whip in a pot in my spot
All that powder would lock once the fiends had a taste, it was hot
Thinking I'm cappin', I'm not
Boy, you better go ask 'bout my spot
On my son, it was me and D-Rocc
From the Nawf to the block
Boy, that shit just a skip and a hop
Lil' KB gettin' skats off the lot
This shit all of the rock, now I'm rolling
My bitch, she controlling
She like to keep one in my Glock
Let it whip if he run in my spot
Let it whip if he think that he hot just to show him he not
Let it whip when I'm spinnin' the block
Whip again if we ain't get him got
When we catch him, he popped out a whip since he say that I flopped
Bought another to shit on a opp', now let's talk 'bout the watch
And the chains and shit all of these rings
Safe to say I done turnt up a notch, hey
We wanna see you with it
Sho' could treat you right
Give me just a minute of your time tonight
We both are here to have good fun
So let it whip
Credits
Writer(s): Reggie Andrews, Krishon O'brien Gaines, Xavier Landum, Tony Anderson, Leon Chancler
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