Whitney & Bobby (feat. Sauce Walka, TEC)

Ay ay ay (Samurai)

Planet of the ape shit, ****

Y'all know what the fuck going on

Don't wanna talk 'less it's 'bout a deposit

We handle our business, don't speak on them bodies

I probably got 'bout a mil in my closet

I really go fuck up the mob for a hobby

Dressing all black like Batman and go robbing

The last **** tried me, we smoke him like ivory

Takedown the plug, **** thought we was shopping

My young **** itching to knock off your noggin

Came from the hood serving Whitney and Bobby

You can't trust him 'cause that young **** grimey

I'm still on the block like a defensive lineman

That fuck **** lying if he say he can't find me

Run up them racks and go cash out on diamonds

Ain't wasting no time, I wanna bust down my time piece

I hit the trap with that pack

Now that young **** pockets be filled up with paper like bonders (Drip)(Ooh-wee)

I'm really breaking these bitches for million

I'm not sure if this year I might make a billion (Mhm)

I'm overseas with a bitch that's Brazillian

I'm still sittin' in a Phantom, can't catch me I'm brilliant (Mhm)

I just went bought me some jewelry, three pieces

That was a cool million, I ain't even feel it

Who made these bitch **** flyer than Houston?

It's your execution if they ever kill me

Can't ride in your car (Again)

Can't fuck with your broads (Again)

Ain't no posting up at the store with your dogs (Again)

Splash up and shoot y'all (Again)

It don't matter what hood you at I'ma call (Again)

We hitting through walls (Again)

Ain't no waving white flags, boy, we gon' ball (Again)

We waiting on y'all (To spin)

We got too many chops, try to slide on this block

A fuck **** gon' die nine times out of ten

I'm still in the pot, **** whipping up jock

We mixing and cooking up fish with no fins

We got about a hundred some shots in this Benz

**** play with my money I'm dropping my kins

The fuck was you thinking, boy? You will get wrapped like a mummy

For all the lil' guap in my pants

That young **** popping, ain't need no advance

These lil' **** copy me like they my kids

You don't get no dollars so make it make sense

Got everybody rocking with us who make trends

I'm sipping on Wock and no Tris

I know I got all my opp **** pissed

That young **** ball like he play for the Knicks

He be passing the ball and be making assists

Don't wanna talk 'less it's 'bout a deposit

We handle our business, don't speak on them bodies

I probably got 'bout a mil in my closet

I really go fuck up the mob for a hobby

Dressing all black like Batman and go robbing

The last **** tried me, we smoke him like ivory

Takedown the plug, **** thought we was shopping

My young **** itching to knock off your noggin

Came from the hood serving Whitney and Bobby

You can't trust him 'cause that young **** grimey

I'm still on the block like a defensive lineman

That fuck **** lying if he say he can't find me

Run up them racks and go cash out on diamonds

Ain't wasting no time, I wanna bust down my time piece

I hit the trap with that pack

Now that young **** pockets be filled up with paper like bonders (Drip)(Ooh-wee)

Just got a AR15, got my whole squad

Stock this whip with it, make 'em go all star

Take this shit to the moon, bitch, we going far

Shit go boom, car alarms started goin' off

I got the judger like Law and Order

Used to hold up that rock just like Shawn Carter

In that stingray like I put my car in water (Skrtt)

I call the plays, I'm the godfather

I make them lil' **** slide like this hardball

Swing that stick just like a bat

Got no less than fifty when I'm in that rack

Kalu, I've been pressure, big steppa like Shaq, bitch

Let that cutter speak out a accent

We don't kick shit on a accident

Dance with my stick like I'm African

All this ice on me, bitch, I'm a avalanche

Don't wanna talk 'less it's 'bout a deposit

We handle our business, don't speak on them bodies

I probably got 'bout a mil in my closet

I really go fuck up the mob for a hobby

Dressing all black like Batman and go robbing

The last **** tried me, we smoke him like ivory

Takedown the plug, **** thought we was shopping

My young **** itching to knock off your noggin

Came from the hood serving Whitney and Bobby

You can't trust him 'cause that young **** grimey

I'm still on the block like a defensive lineman

That fuck **** lying if he say he can't find me

Run up them racks and go cash out on diamonds

Ain't wasting no time, I wanna bust down my time piece

I hit the trap with that pack

Now that young **** pockets be filled up with paper like bonders (Drip)(Ooh-wee)