| Whippin'
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| Big crossed the box of the white
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| And his roly ain’t tickin'
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| Anything for the bands
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| Man I did a couple days, no kipping
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| Put smoke on the road with gang
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| Fam, I ain’t kidding
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| Man re-up the skeng like a rhythm
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| Same don OG, I don’t play
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| Still the same nigga that will skeng man down in town in bay
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| These niggas be talking to feds
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| Man’s thinking what did they say
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| Free, free K
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| On the wing with food on the tray
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| I remember that day
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| When I phoned Jayden and he told me the mandem got locked up away
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| Now Jayden’s locked up too, I’m thinking this shit is all cray
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| Went to my cell on a gang ting
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| off the spliff then I banged up my mate
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| Went to my cell on a gang ting'
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| off my spliff now I turn up with Dave
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| My trap house brings all the cash in
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| And free bro ten times
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| Man, I hope that he walks for the work that he mashed in (free 'em up,
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| free 'em up)
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| I was with my friends with skengs and trucks when I should’ve been up in the
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| Masjid
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| We’re sliding out, sliding out
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| Pulling up, crash in the madting
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| I’m way too active
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| I was in the trap ten days, no sheet on the mattress
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| Gillette blade with cling, had to cut up the package
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| This white girl’s too peng
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| Ten out of ten, man, she way too attractive
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| Real nigga shit, no acting
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| Pull up right now and show man crashing
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| Listen up man, it’s simple
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| I get my paper up
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| Slice a man for his G stacks
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| Call that a paper cut
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| Point blank when I blaze 'em up
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| I’m beefing them boy if Tamer does
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| More time than man say too much
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| I’m James Bond with my golden gun
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| James Bond on my own shit
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| Trident, I don’t know shit
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| No face equals no case
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| And all in all they had no prints
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| Listen up man, it’s simple
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| I beat my nine up like Kimbo
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| Don’t look into my window
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| You’ll get it clearer than crystal
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| Fam, what the fuck I look like
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| No man ain’t ever robbed me in my life
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| My mechanic come and I hype her
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| Make her star shine in the light
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| Rude boy you high off with the Buju (Banton)
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| High off of the white (Damn)
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| Think you can rob I
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| You must’ve gone and lost your mind
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| My trap house brings all the cash in
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| And free bro ten times
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| Man, I hope that he walks for the work that he mashed in
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| I was with my friends with skengs and trucks when I should’ve been up in the
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| Masjid
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| We’re sliding out, sliding out
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| Pulling up, crash in the madting
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| I’m way too active
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| I was in the trap ten days, no sheet on the mattress
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| Gillette blade with cling, had to cut up the package
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| This white girl’s too peng
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| Ten out of ten, man, she way too attractive
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| Real nigga shit, no acting
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| Pull up right now and show man crashing |