Texty

Whip it in the house, whip it in the flats Whip it on the side, whip it in my lap Them niggas didn't rate little niggas' raps Or if it isn't H, if it isn't Skrapz Whip a little tape, nigga, look at that Whip a little cake, whip a cookie batch I could teach you little niggas how to cook a pat Serving raps, my little niggas, where your bookings at? Whip, whip, whip it, nigga, whip, whip it I've got sick, sick niggas and my bitch wicked Brought 'em backstage quick, I gave 'em six tickets 'Bout to cut the pussy up, she call the dick scissors Bitch bent over say my dick's biggest Then she span the pussy on me, made my dick dizzy Gotta shout XL out for them six digits Now I do this shit myself, I'm building sick bridges Observe them niggas, I've got that third eye I've got worthy niggas, they know I earnt mine Turn them triggers and let them birds cry Man'll burn them niggas, we're hitting birds-eye Sick, sick nigga and a sick rapper This is big bad Hollowman and big Skrappa Got the swag dressed down, a little bit dapper Beat these bitch niggas up with the big whapper We keep it steady round here How you mean? Niggas heavy round here I heard he's got a little desi down there Weed smoke, little medi round there Boom, we keep it steady round here On your marks, get set, niggas ready round here Ain't nobody lightweight, my niggas heavy round here All my niggas bruk shot, niggas teddy round here Boom, famous and dangerous Like some lions out the cage cuh they couldn't tame us I'm whip-whipping in my whip, I'm whipping with the stainless And if I see him, due to whip a nigga out his trainers Little pussies must've thought that they could contain us Nah man, we're the hardest niggas on the pavement Niggas lying in their raps, talking this and talking that To tell the truth, it all sounds like prepared statements I'm in the game, now all these rappers tryna holla man It's real nigga rap, I had to shout my brudda Hollowman And if a nigga diss the programme, and they make me Whip my weapon out my pants, it's gonna mash up your tomorrow plan I've got my back against the wall, but that's the way I like it I said I'll always be a G, I must've been a psychic Riding round with my ride-or-die chick True, she likes to get low, I make her bill it, but I always light it It's real life, nothing's been recited We're still turning up at parties when we're not invited I still smoke a lot of weed cuh that's exactly what I need To keep my head up in the skies, feeling like a pilot And oh, forgot to mention, all my niggas violent Shh, let me exercise my right to silence Gold chain around my neck, staring in the mirror, swinging Kill a whole motherfucking family if a nigga tried it We keep it steady round here How you mean? Niggas heavy round here I heard he's got a little desi down there Weed smoke, little medi round there Bomb, we keep it steady round here On your marks, get set, niggas ready round here Ain't nobody lightweight, my niggas heavy round here All my niggas bruk shot, niggas teddy round here
Writer(s): Sirach Charles, Ras Haile Emmanuel Alexander, Louis-rae Beadle, Akelle Charles, Christopher Kyei Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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