Chorus:
Whippin da whip, whippin da whip
Ridin round my city, I be whippin da whip
Whippin da whip, whippin da whip
Music on blast, I be whippin da whip
Pistol to the left, ho to the right
Stay on the low, alright
Still stackin paper, load the clip
Homies stay strapped, I be whippin da whip
Verse 1:
Ridin round my town, I be whippin the whip
Ya cuffin chick, I be whippin my bitch
Ya ya, pistol go bang
For all the damn fiends tryna steal my thang
Ya think it's a lie, ya think it's a joke
Ya haven't seen the shit goin down in my home
Shit real homie, you'll probably runaway
Start trappin too, might be ya someday
The green attracts fiends, better watch out
Never know who will turn, no signaled route
People unpredictable, whose to trust
Like Major Winters watch your back is must
Tryna get as many whips as a rich slave master
Whip with no brakes, bitch I only know faster
Chiefin like Kansas City or a Cherokee
Fusion not Cherokee, main act, you a parody
Chorus:
Whippin da whip, whippin da whip
Ridin round my city, I be whippin da whip
Whippin da whip, whippin da whip
Music on blast, I be whippin da whip
Pistol to the left, ho to the right
Stay on the low, alright
Still stackin paper, load the clip
Homies stay strapped, I be whippin da whip
Verse 2:
Red Ford fusion, never losin
Ridin around with the ones they chosen
That's me, and the team
They plottin just to keep dreams dreams
But that will never happen
Once I started rappin, made it my passion
Became the main attraction
Not even a fraction, can't handle action
Maaan, you just lackin
Whip whip, vroom vroom
Headin to top, gps says soon
Money mansoon, grind in the moon
It's a crazy trip, ain't talkin shrooms
She sippin a fifth, I'm whippin da whip
She gripping my dick, she can't handle it
She handling stick, my car automatic
Movie type shit, real cinematic
Put it in regal, is it illegal?
We end with a bang, a desert eagle
Blow blang, whip my thang
Dirty Ville, that's the gang
Chorus:
Whippin da whip, whippin da whip
Ridin round my city, I be whippin da whip
Whippin da whip, whippin da whip
Music on blast, I be whippin da whip
Pistol to the left, ho to the right
Stay on the low, alright
Still stackin paper, load the clip
Homies stay strapped, I be whippin da whip
Verse 3:
Whippin da whip, whippin that shit, ain't no problem
Ain't a mathematician but ya know I always solve em
Haters and fakes, ya know they gettin rotter
Always dissolvin faster than a Tylenol in water
Bang her like a hammer, keep on poundin
Til she's properly nailed down bitch, soundless
Pussy drownin, Matty clowinin
If she a ratchet ho, gonna whip my way around it (Bitch!)
