Lyrics
Whip it, whip it
Whip it real good
He whip a half to a whole one
For the princesa de coca (coca)
Every time I start rapping
It’s like I can’t feel my boca (boca)
I got hoes in Miami
And I got bitches in Boca (Boca)
They be whippin' up yammies
And they be selling their chocha (aw shit)
Whatchu know about that shit?
You don’t know about that shit
Lil nigga whip rented
He ain’t neva bought that shit
He ain’t got no pink slip
Lil mama whatchu bendin'?
She ain’t neva got that tip
She dont know about that strip
Real bitches stay winnin'
It’s only real in my clique
It’s only real in my whip
Whip it, whip it
It’s only real in my clique
It’s only real in my whip
Whip it, whip it
It’s only real in my clique
It’s only real in my whip
This a one of one
I’m vintage piece from '95 to '93 (aw shit)
I’m Just Don, the gallery
If other bitches major league (aw shit)
I’m zooming off a Xan' and weed
Cause Frankie baby got the lean (you know it)
We blowing money quicker than
It growin' on a paper tree (we rich)
Feeling like Rih with the Roc Boyz
Just won a chip off the shot boy
Young rich Riley with the pot boy
Used to have a buzz
Bet you now I got a lot boy
Used to take the bus
Now it’s how you drop the top boy? (whip it)
Pulled up to valet whats happening?
I brought that lamb in the trap again
I feel A.I., like what the fuck I’m doing practicin'?
Lit in this bitch like I’m Edison
Light skinned bitch roll my medicine
This ain’t no bars this adrenaline
Me and them hoes no comparison
Other than the fact we feminine
Flow soundin' venomous
Whippin' the track with some elegance
They just want beef for the relevance
Chopper go off like it’s elephants
I can not fuck with you hoes, I am celibate (bitch)
Whatchu know about that shit?
You don’t know about that shit
Lil nigga whip rented
He ain’t neva bought that shit
He ain’t got no pink slip
Lil mama whatchu bendin'?
She ain’t neva got that tip
She dont know about that strip
Real bitches stay winnin'
It’s only real in my clique
It’s only real in my whip
Whip it, whip it
It’s only real in my clique
It’s only real in my whip
Whip it, whip it
It’s only real in my clique
It’s only real in my whip
With the black girls and white girls
With gold grills major clean
This a buss down, a gold crown
Whole pound major green
Killed a hoe’s self esteem
IG is Maybelline
Diamonds hit, they super lit
Its lookin' like a laser beam
Whipped the beat like what you mad for?
Whipped it like fuck is you bein' so bad for?
This the whip that come equipped with the sad doors
This the shit that have me in through the back doors
Your like Perkins cause you almost get in with the winners
But suck cuz you only get backboard
I need all my money from the promoter
Like nigga the fuck did you think that I rap for?
Picture you picture me settlin'
Member when clubs wouldn’t let us in
Talkin' 'bout dress codes and hecklin'
Now we out here and they welcomin'
Maybe cause they money prevalent
Maybe my success is evident
Ball on you bitches my sentiments
Ball on you niggas like feminists
Whippin' the whip til it ain’t nothin' left of it
You in the whip but you ain’t to the left of it (aw shit)
Whatchu know about that shit?
You don’t know about that shit
Lil nigga whip rented
He ain’t neva bought that shit
He ain’t got no pink slip
Lil mama whatchu bendin'?
She ain’t neva got that tip
She dont know about that strip
Real bitches stay winnin'
It’s only real in my clique
It’s only real in my whip
Whip it, whip it
It’s only real in my clique
It’s only real in my whip
Whip it, whip it
It’s only real in my clique
It’s only real in my whip