paroles de chanson Whippin It - Young Thug , Young Stoner Life Records , Bslime

Uh, haha, it's Razy
Yeah (aye, hi), yeah
(BabyG is here, let's go) woo

I was just whippin' a Benz, that's that bullet fucker
I just fucked her, fucked her friend, that was undercover (woo-woo)
I just told you once again, I'm that motherfucker
These Celine, not Cartier, lens with a Gucci sweater

Shit, whippin' it whip out the pot, I'm tryna whippin' it better
He's a pussy pyat, crack him like he kettle
I just made him flee out, sing like Omeretta (yeah)
Diamond dancin' and they danglin' with all bezels (uh, woo)

All this fuckin' ice I'm rockin', need some kinda sweater
I just pulled a coat out the garage (yeah), and it was Margiela
Lil' bit' bitch, go ask your daddy, I'm the trendsetter
I just told the bank don't look inside, none of my key's treasures

Oxycontin make a nigga barely walk (barely walk)
150 for my mouth now I can barely talk (barely talk, woo)
Thank you, I just took a picture in the backyard (woo)
Thank you, I just fucked yo' sister in the same car (let's go, woo)

Shit, whippin', and whip out the can
I'm kickin' my shit, Liu Kang (kickin' my what? Oh)
I told 'em, "If you want you a chain, you gotta go (you gotta go, bah)"
She told me, "Daddy, finger my pussy when you wear your rings" (woo)
I like how it sound when it clang
You pullin' it out, it's a whole lotta stains (let's go)

I was just whippin' a Benz, that's that bullet fucker
I just fucked her, fucked her friend, that was undercover (woo-woo)
I just told you once again, I'm that motherfucker
These Celine, not Cartier, lens with a Gucci sweater

Shit, whippin' it whip out the pot, I'm tryna whippin' it better
He's a pussy pyat, crack him like he kettle
I just made him flee out, sing like Omeretta (dance)
Diamond dancin' and they danglin' with all bezels (woo)

Cartier all on my bitch, I fucked her on a Perc
Tossed that hoe like I was Kaepernick 'n I asked him, "What's it worth?"
Rock real diamonds, ain't no cappin', yeah, we finna start a purge
Put 'em up and knock 'em down, we put they ass right in the dirt

Drippin' in that AMG 63 Benz
I cut ties with all them losers, told 'em, "I don't need friends"
Safe to say, I'm havin' money, why these niggas hatin'?
Raidin', playpen, knock 'em down, they layin', yeah

Shit, I was just whippin' a Lamb'
I came straight outta the trenches (on God)
Had that ambition to get it
But I had to whip it right outta the skillet (woo)

All I know is to go get it
I came out the trenches, I'm one of the realest
I got pulled over by 12, he wiggin'
He had to let up on the ticket (pussy)

I was just whippin' a Benz, that's that bullet fucker
I just fucked her, fucked her friend, that was undercover (woo-woo)
I just told you once again, I'm that motherfucker (once again)
These Celine, not Cartier, lens with a Gucci sweater

Shit, whippin' it whip out the pot, I'm tryna whippin' it better
He's a pussy pyat, crack him like he kettle
I just made him flee out, sing like Omeretta (yeah)
Diamond dancin' and they danglin' with all bezels (what? Woo)