Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WHIP, artist - KO.
Date of issue: 29.08.2019
Song language: English
WHIP |
I know my man, he ain’t on nuttin' |
Still though, he talks like his gun been bussin' |
My man don’t live what he raps |
He soon fall off, he gon' run out of substance |
Cross that line, we border patrol |
Opps can’t get through customs |
I don’t take no check |
Step correct, leave the flick in the function |
My man was giving the drop on them |
How that man tell a gang so sudden? |
Man just caught a sum off of music |
Still out risking a court summons |
Bro got the dots and I with the spins like London |
Bro just re’d up on the white |
He ain’t got hurry it like Tubman |
Hit the booth, spit the truth when the mic’s on |
Bro ginnals the box and show me |
Said that’s the square that I conned |
They don’t wanna see me with my squad |
Lurk broad day or do it late night job |
Still on to 'em bygones |
Pattern with gang then go get a ride on |
Any waps, take that, man buy them |
Takes a word, got the link like a hyphen |
Free Reeko, he like family |
That guy my darg like Brian |
Only if he cut from them sirens |
Wouldn’t have him on the wing like a linesman |
Could never say that they can’t find man |
They know where KO be, no Bryant |
Whip it out when we hop out of whips |
Bro got his quids in cah he whips it |
That’s that white cream like whipped |
Whipped it out, dicked it down, now she’s whipped |
See a opp in this whip, still spin it |
Even if it’s hot cah the whips we in’s legit |
Still take that risk even though we own dingers |
Tryna sponsor, put sticks on blocks so the gangdem glide |
Hope no missed shots when the gangdem grind |
Not always kind, no ticks, can’t be no missed dots |
If they in the mandem’s sight |
We ain’t going on blind so there’s no missed opps |
Bro in the kitch', whip shine, turn it hard from soft |
Free the G’s, got the guys dem locked |
Get scream 'till my team all fresh home |
Little bro said he keen to shoot like Robbie |
Said I get what you mean, defo |
We pop doors, it’s brute |
I wave my hand but it won’t mean hello |
We ride, they whine |
Whip it out on him, hoping he falls like Echo |
Been pulling them strings, no cello |
Whip it out when we hop out of whips |
Bro got his quids in cah he whips it |
That’s that white cream like whipped |
Whipped it out, dicked it down, now she’s whipped |
See a opp in this whip, still spin it |
Even if it’s hot cah the whips we in’s legit |
Still take that risk even though we own dingers |
Whip it out when we hop out of whips |
Bro got his quids in cah he whips it |
That’s that white cream like whipped |
Whipped it out, dicked it down, now she’s whipped |
See a opp in this whip, still spin it |
Even if it’s hot cah the whips we in’s legit |
Still take that risk even though we own dingers |