1995 (feat. Logic)

Play me some pimpin', man, yeah

Higher than a motherfucker, dawg

What's up with Logic? What's good, man?

Ay, ay, ay, yeah, yeah

We blessed

What Juicy say? Yeah

Shut the fuck up

Yeah, that's it? Yeah

Whippin' through West Deerpark

Lookin' for scandalous shorties, only come out after dark

Hit the homie, Slay Dro, for some shit we could spark

Skippin' school, feelin' cool, we did not give a fuck

Heh, was never one for the academics, but knew the everyday struggle

Avada kedavra to all you Muggles

My lane different, too sufficient, my brain different

I'm ill though, fifteen mastered the skill though

Since I was working at the super market

Every week, another new department

Till I sign my deal with Def Jam and a new apartment

Always wanted to change with the times

Number one best seller on the New York Times

But my childhood was riddled with crime, widdled the rhyme

Now I shine, I'm Tarantino in his prime, I'm Jules with the Jheri curl

I'm nothing without rap, like the swine without a pearl

I'm dirty like fuckin' your girl, just to son you, I'ma cum in your girl

Thought you was gonna make it as a rapper with no plan B

I'm so successful, most people can't stand me

Only thing I don't have is a fuckin' Grammy

Yeah, but you know that boy nominated

Go ultra Travolta and watch me dominate it

Catch me whippin' through the passes in that Bronco, like there go blanco

Huh, bumpin' that pretty flaco

Rat pack come hither wherever I go

Just a youngin' on this come up, tryna make it

To the baddest bitch in world tannin' by my pool, naked

So to that youngin' on his come up, listen in, boy, you could make it

Whippin' through Gaithersburg

Whippin' through West Deer

Whippin' through Germantown

Whippin' through Rockville

Whippin' through, whippin' through, whippin', whippin', wh-whippin'

Whippin' through North Memphis back in 1995

Screamin', "Mafia," at my city, hypnotize

Gulf Stream, thirty thousand feet up in the sky

Dabbin' off of titties, goddamn, time flies

Whippin' through North Memphis back in 1995

Screamin', "Mafia," at my city, hypnotize

Gulf Stream, thirty thousand feet up in the sky

Dabbin' off of titties, goddamn, time flies

Young ****, we was gettin' paid

Runnin' that game like RFK

Lil' ****, Juicy, bein' made

Fuckin' your mom, my back stage

I was gettin' mine in the streets

Some of y'all never came outside

And I'm still spending paper back from 1995

Chicken, chicken, chickenheads

Chicken, chicken, chickenheads

Chicken, chicken, chickenheads