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(album: Rap The South - 2019)

Whip that motherfucker like you riding on a Raptor

Whip that motherfucker like you riding on a Raptor
Grab the clutch, shift the gears, go a little faster
Oh, whoa, throttle control
Yeah, throttle control
Oh, bitch, throttle control
Whoa, throttle control
Whip that motherfucker like you riding on a Raptor
Grab the clutch, shift the gears, go a little faster
Oh, whoa, throttle control
Yeah, throttle control
Oh, bitch, throttle control
Whoa, throttle control

Middle of nowhere, it is time to cut a rug
Go 'round and 'round straight flexing four lugs
Load me up in a truck, leave they ass in the dust
And I eat they ass up and I feed 'em the crust (Yummy)
Get your cup motherfucker straight down in my sights
Go left, slide right, make 'em all eat rocks
Put 'em all on blocks, little bitch good luck
Sliding pop if I'm F 'cause I don't right stop
Corn fed off of stone ground grits
In the middle of the pines line it up like blitz
Spinning tires maxus make a twist smoke up like a bit
First, second, third with a flick of the wrist, get it (Bitch)

(Whip that motherfucker like you riding on a Raptor)
Whip that motherfucker like you riding on a Raptor
Grab the clutch, shift the gears, go a little faster
Oh, whoa, throttle control
Yeah, throttle control
Oh, bitch, throttle control
Whoa, throttle control
Whip that motherfucker like you riding on a Raptor
Grab the clutch, shift the gears, go a little faster
Oh, whoa, throttle control
Yeah, throttle control
Oh, bitch, throttle control
Whoa, throttle control

Will it rain in this bitch? (Drop that flow)
Make it rain in this bitch (Catch my flow)
Go-go insane on this bitch (No windows)
Bouquet in this bitch (Watch me grow)
Yeah, I want it so I get it, I work hard just to spend it
And I'm hitting all the gears so you know I'm gonna send it (Cash, checks, breaking necks)
Two stroke, four stroke, doesn't matter, bring 'em all
'Cause I'm breathing walking driving, yes I'm riding just for y'all
Ayy take off at a stop sign, rubber fly off the white line
Taking what's mine, Yamaha blue
Yeah, she fine, yeah she clean
Forty seven horses you know she mean
Forty seven horses ain't care to queen
Cared for me out in the trees
Riding in the breeze so cold we'll freeze
Begging for the sun bro, gasoline please

Shift first, second, third, forth, fifth, sixth
Hold my beer, bitch and watch me whip, yeah yeah (Watch me whip)

Whip that motherfucker like you riding on a Raptor
Grab the clutch, shift the gears, go a little faster
Oh whoa, throttle control
Yeah, throttle control
Oh, bitch, throttle control
Whoa throttle control
Whip that motherfucker like you riding on a Raptor
Grab the clutch, shift the gears, go a little faster