Текст песни Whiplash - Kovan & Fat Papi

Whiplash whiplash whiplash
Try to attack that's a mismatch
Talk to your fans they get that
Talk to my fans get hit back
All of my followers homies to me
Revs are on limiter slicing the breeze
Quick cut, like I truck through trees
Kick down game MMA with ease

Let me tell you how it is
Sit 'round the fire
My flames hit a lick
Precision so accurate
Enemies over the world
Get one between their eyes
In the head
Deposit my bank
Give my cash a lil kiss
Cheers with the whiskey
I like how it sits
Give a lil spirit bomb out
Get em freezing with the ice
Then I melt them with the drip
Like oh
You must be joking for a real
I could come for you
And all your lil spiels
And all of your stories
Which claim to be real
But that's just a story for another time
So here's a lil rhyme
My eyes evolved
To see past the lies
And fakes involved
My tongue, weapon, icicle
Sheesh, I guess she likes the cold

Tip past Imma blast yeah this whip fast
300 on the dash give em whiplash
Do they really wanna dance
Tell them this that shayee
Don't try me, I kick
They don't kick back
Come for their necks in the wintertime
By summer Imma stack with the headline
Cuz I'm Brown Imma probably be late
So I'm rushing, kick gas
Get gramps hitting redlines

Motherfucking boy
Get that right
I gotta raise my price
How the hell loose change gonna change my life
What a world that we in
Tell my name to wind
It'll come back colder than a winters night
I'm referred in the ends
As the murdering pen
They dead on sight, they dead on

Whiplash whiplash whiplash
Try to come attack that's a mismatch
Talk to your fans they get that
Talk to my fans get hit back
All of my followers homies to me
Revs are on limiter slicing the breeze
Quick cut, like I truck through trees
Kick down game MMA with ease

Walk slow 'cuz I'm on no time
Took time, I've returned
Now I'm on my grind
Tell the world, tell the opps
Tell those on my line
That this boy won't stop
Till I'm king of the 9
That's a rhyme and a half but no space for fractions
Talk too much for no sign of action
Why you overreacting
I'm fine my g why thanks for asking

Whiplash whiplash whiplash
Try to attack that's a mismatch
Talk to your fans they get that
Talk to my fans get hit back
All of my followers homies to me
Revs are on limiter slicing the breeze
Quick cut, like I truck through trees
Kick down game MMA with ease

I'm Izzy my g, you Costa
Fake ass boy, imposter
Get hit with the left, you outright
Knocked out, my g you have lost uh
Guess plans didn't match to the real stats
Left fast, oh damn, that is real sad
Tip past Imma blast yeah the whip fast
300 on the dash give em whiplash