Текст песни Whip That Bitch (Launch) - CR2 RUNITUP

Whoop that trick whoop that
Whoop that trick
Whoop that trick

I just named my mixtape Mama You Made a Star
Because mama you made a star
Nobody fucking with Run it up mama
Nawl literally bar for a bar
Twelve had searched the back seat
They seen a case and asked why I got a guitar
Skirted off on they ass
Whole time thats a big ass case with a fucking AR
How far would I get if I'm fucking with CR two
Gps say you won't make it far
Praying I get rich off this second tape
I just had a word with Allah
Bitch I could've been a athlete
I'm still a superstar
This tape for all the niggas who doubted me
Saying that I won't make it far

Boyz in the hood like Tray
Shit get real bitch niggas gone jump out the car
He already had some shots
Give him some more nigga soon as he come out the bar
This shit too exotic to stuff in a motherfucking wood
Fuck it go buy a cigar
Look at my body
Bitch I been through wars for real
Get tatted to cover the scar
Man I fuck these hoes with condoms still get checkups
I keep my dick up to par
I'm with my og smoking on og
Nawl lowkey
This shit za
With a nigga who shoot shit on and off the court
I'm in this bitch with Ja
My niggas don't play bout me
Let a fuck nigga touch me all u gone hear is fah fah
I keep strap like dykes
Fuck it I'm Dej Loaf
I wish a fuck nigga try me
My glock stalking me
I look too the side and this bitch always by me
I know a nigga that's nineteen
Giving out headshots just like the front of a ID
I inject Dick all in yo bitch
Just like a fucking IV

We got sticks and shit
All auto parts like we work for O'Reilly
You fuck bitches for fun
I fuck bitches to give up a fuck nigga addy
I won't stop spitting out hot shit
Until I'm somewhere with feet kicked up in Bali
All these niggas snitches rats
I seen Gunna run pass in the alley
Somebody tell them Snatchers to calm down
They blowing blick after blick
She mad because her nigga cheated on her
So she doing dick after dick
I don't got no relationship
So I'm going crazy
I'm fucking bitch after bitch
Cr two aka Gervontae Davis
I'm dropping hit after hit
Whoop that trick
Man I can't even whip this bitch
Acting crazy over me already
And I ain't even hit this bitch
I call her phone
Ask her where she at
I ain't gone lie I miss this bitch
She all on IG posting her boyfriend like I wasn't just with this bitch

I just named my mixtape Mama You Made a Star
Because mama you made a star
Nobody fucking with Run it up mama
Nawl literally bar for a bar
Twelve had searched the back seat
They seen a case and asked why I got a guitar
Skirted off on they ass
Whole time thats a big ass case with a fucking AR
How far would I get if I'm fucking with CR two
Gps say you won't make it far
Praying I get rich off this second tape
I just had a word with Allah
Bitch I could've been a athlete
I'm still a superstar
This tape for all the niggas who doubted me
Saying that I won't make it far