Whip

Aye aye aye buduboo Haha we outside baby Yeah aye aye aye Aye aye aye aye Come hop in the whip We cruising the 67 to Seven Eleven 11:11pm she making a wish I told her to quit Get me some chips I loiter with friends, outside taking sips In 30 we dip to 3rd avenue Creep on gas like I'm looking for licks Sketch looking kids getting questioned by pigs Flooded wit cops The block looking hot Ain't trusting no bab I know it's sad They get too sav Let the power they have Trigger their blast They're triggered by blacks Pull triggers real fast Like Billy the kid Not all of em bad But some of em is They all look the same That's how they see us We all dealing drugs We all criminals Why must we categorize Instead of learn with our eyes And realize we're being force fed media lies We individuals right huh Too deep to think at the moment Heard a shot While my mind zoning Now my squad the residual Let's head to the crib Just got the the pad The place where I live But I'm rethinking it Momma at home And I know she will trip Getting home late And my homies look triv I turn to the relli Let's chill at your casa Beer breath all smelly He bout to pass out I look at my migo Aye vato que pasa Would you be a hero No sabe, I'm out dog Pendejo then hopped out We continue to ride Peeped the rear view Look at my right See on my side Red and blue lights So bright that it blind Everyone chill We gon be alright Could pull over or mash the gas and take a chance This night and my ride went 0-100 real fast Come hop in the whip aye yeah Come hop in the whip aye yeah Come hop in the whip aye It's an event aye Come hop in the whip I might take your girl out for the night Yeah I know the spots Everywhere we go cool Shawty call me Kakarot She said getting high cool Not my type of poetry So I told her bye boo She upset like "woe is me" I lost track of time Up all night I don't need a watch I'm linking like I'm Abe Free the slaves Yeah I work a lot I might free slaves like I'm Abe I don't need a job Working late nights to the grave Yeah I'd rather not Imma get it at my own time Never on the clock I like strange things Stand out a lot Straight up gaijin In Shibuya watch me milly rock Then to the mother land Naija boys, we turn up the lot Often over looked Open book, no concealing me All your homies square Pulling symmetrically Never cared enough to progress academically See me on the block Working hard, no Harvard law This ain't no Ivy League Went to class, I ain't pass So I'm on the street And honestly, I'm gradually Climbing up all on my way to the top Achieving these things that my colleagues cannot See the hate on they face from inside of my car When I pass the bus stop that they sat at a lot You gon miss the bus Aww he needs some milk He needs some milk aww Whip out the oldie The homie got a 64 We only rolling 60s But I ain't a crip tho Ain't rich, but I got a lot of things to be grateful Got a bit of coin like my currency is crypto Haha you see what I said I said I said bit of, bit of coin Like my, like my currency is crypto Like like bitco bit bitco Bit Bitcoin cryptocurrency You know what I'm saying man You over here You sitting on the couch watching tv Your life passing you by You need to invest in yourself See get yourself an LLC Haha haha ahh man