Whippin'

(альбом: Familiar With Floss - 2011)

Ayy, we're just riding 'round mean mugging old folks you know?
Stayin strapped, got the AK with the (scoping it)
Sike! It's the Speck dummy!
Uh, we be

Rolling, real slow 'n', got no clue where we going
2 in the afternoon, but you can't tell me it's not morning
Faded, still faded from last night, but we made it
We MJ and Pippen, Moe-T is whipping, 'cause I been sipping
Damn, I don't waste no time, huh
I see you looking mama (Damn!)
You a bad bitch (Ooh)
I'ma call you karma
And see if you come back around and hop in my car ma'
I think you 'bout it, 'bout it, I think you like you a rhyma
I stole the dictionary, I got a way with words
That's how I got my girl, and I got away with yours, uh
Now they're both chilling in the back seat
While you're tweaking out, yelling, "Where's Packy?!"

Whipping 'round town, looking out my window
Whipping, whipping 'round town, looking out my window
Whipping, whipping 'round town, looking out my window
Whipping, whipping, whipping, whipping
Whip so rowdy, whip so loud
Whip so full, the whip's sold out
Whip so smooth, with the whip slowed down

Ayy girl, my boy's got a '09 Malibu
What does that do for ya?
Huh? What about Moe's Camry?
What about you, your friend, and me?
Haha damn
Man, this some funny shit
Chilling with the crew and some honey dips
And we be, we be

Wiling, freestyling, the whip's on autopilot
My kicks are out the window, your kicks are outta style it
Sucks you don't know what's hood
But that's okay, it's all good
I know you're self-conscious, so you don't stare long
But I wish y'all would
Yeah I wish y'all would, why you think I play my shit so loud
Putting on a show in the car, you would think that the whip sold out
My intentions are good, my decisions are poor
Boy I'm the attention, your girl's an attention whore
Man, why you so damn surious
I'm clowning, act like you know
Man, why you so damn curious
You ain't never seen my crew before?
Hahahaha, another day and not a dollar
Just patrolling in my squad's car, windows down so we can holler

Whipping 'round town, looking out my window
Whipping, whipping 'round town, looking out my window
Whipping, whipping 'round town, looking out my window
Whipping, whipping, whipping, whipping
Whip so rowdy, whip so loud
Whip so full, the whip's sold out
Whip so smooth, with the whip slowed down

Ayy girl, tryna let me holler?
Don't you see me in Dub's Impala?
Or I could be in E's whip
With the murked out wheels
Even though we could be in the Eclipse
Shit maybe I'm scheming in Pipteen
With Dish looking for Q, have you seen him?
Have you seen him?
If you see him, tell him we be, we be

Living it up, I got room for you girl, get in the front
These girls say, they done trying, so they giving it up
And these girls ain't blind, so they give it to us (duh)
Floss over whatever, like hell yeah
You don't know the crew, your girl'll tell ya
We're out here scoping it, windows down
If the doors ain't open, it's over
I'm what's hot, why the hell you so-brr
Get a drink in your system, dang
Looking for your girls? Just missed 'em, right
And I'm outro, kiss my A to the S-S
With a little excess bass in the whip
And a lotta double takes on the whip
Bombay, OJ, and a case in the whip
Oh, that's why everybody chasing the whip?
Hot damn, nothing like it
That's a hot line, but your boy's not psychic
Staying with a sidekick, never ride solo
Never go too fast, tell him go slo-mo
Get it? Dome out the moon roof, Detroit fitted
Got the-got the head nodding, seesaw with it
'Cause the beats all legit, and she's all with' it
Shit I guess that complete's all of it

Whipping 'round town, looking out my window
Whipping, whipping 'round town, looking out my window
Whipping, whipping 'round town, looking out my window
Whipping, whipping, whipping, whipping
Whip so rowdy, whip so loud
Whip so full, the whip's sold out
Whip so smooth, with the whip slowed down