Текст песни Whip - E-Man

Aye aye aye buduboo
Haha we outside baby
Yeah aye aye aye
Aye aye aye aye
Come hop in the whip
We cruising the 67 to Seven Eleven
11:11pm she making a wish
I told her to quit
Get me some chips
I loiter with friends, outside taking sips
In 30 we dip to 3rd avenue
Creep on gas like I'm looking for licks
Sketch looking kids getting questioned by pigs
Flooded wit cops
The block looking hot
Ain't trusting no bab
I know it's sad
They get too sav
Let the power they have
Trigger their blast
They're triggered by blacks
Pull triggers real fast
Like Billy the kid
Not all of em bad
But some of em is
They all look the same
That's how they see us
We all dealing drugs
We all criminals
Why must we categorize
Instead of learn with our eyes
And realize we're being force fed media lies
We individuals right huh
Too deep to think at the moment
Heard a shot
While my mind zoning
Now my squad the residual
Let's head to the crib
Just got the the pad
The place where I live
But I'm rethinking it
Momma at home
And I know she will trip
Getting home late
And my homies look triv
I turn to the relli
Let's chill at your casa
Beer breath all smelly
He bout to pass out
I look at my migo
Aye vato que pasa
Would you be a hero
No sabe, I'm out dog
Pendejo then hopped out
We continue to ride
Peeped the rear view
Look at my right
See on my side
Red and blue lights
So bright that it blind
Everyone chill
We gon be alright
Could pull over or mash the gas and take a chance
This night and my ride went 0-100 real fast

Come hop in the whip aye yeah
Come hop in the whip aye yeah
Come hop in the whip aye
It's an event aye
Come hop in the whip

I might take your girl out for the night
Yeah I know the spots
Everywhere we go cool
Shawty call me Kakarot
She said getting high cool
Not my type of poetry
So I told her bye boo
She upset like "woe is me"

I lost track of time
Up all night
I don't need a watch
I'm linking like I'm Abe
Free the slaves
Yeah I work a lot
I might free slaves like I'm Abe
I don't need a job
Working late nights to the grave
Yeah I'd rather not
Imma get it at my own time
Never on the clock
I like strange things
Stand out a lot
Straight up gaijin
In Shibuya watch me milly rock
Then to the mother land
Naija boys, we turn up the lot
Often over looked
Open book, no concealing me
All your homies square
Pulling symmetrically
Never cared enough to progress academically
See me on the block
Working hard, no Harvard law
This ain't no Ivy League
Went to class, I ain't pass
So I'm on the street
And honestly, I'm gradually
Climbing up all on my way to the top
Achieving these things that my colleagues cannot
See the hate on they face from inside of my car
When I pass the bus stop that they sat at a lot

You gon miss the bus
Aww he needs some milk
He needs some milk aww

Whip out the oldie
The homie got a 64
We only rolling 60s
But I ain't a crip tho
Ain't rich, but I got a lot of things to be grateful
Got a bit of coin like my currency is crypto
Haha you see what I said
I said I said bit of, bit of coin
Like my, like my currency is crypto
Like like bitco bit bitco
Bit Bitcoin cryptocurrency
You know what I'm saying man
You over here
You sitting on the couch watching tv
Your life passing you by
You need to invest in yourself
See get yourself an LLC
Haha haha ahh man