MR. WHIPPY (feat. Mulalo & Cult Shφtta)

Yeah, bitch, I said oi

Get those groupies out my studio

Why the fuck are you so stupid, bro? (Nah)

Crack on my face, crack on my face, ay (face, ay)

Crack on my face, crack on my face, ay

Bitch, I said oi

Get those Hoovers out the fucking building

We came bazookas, I'ma chew it 'til no fucking feeling (oi)

Crack on my face, crack on my face (oi)

Crack on my face, crack on my face

Young coconut give her nut and the coco

Hangin' for the head like a ratty

Like paddy the baddie put her in a chokehold

She turned to a chat for the saddy

No chat, bitch, I'm maggie

The prices ain't down but she go low

Mix up the rack with the jump and she flip out

She got her tits out, I must remind her of bondi

Came up off the trap but made more with my dick out

Wanted an 8-ball, I gave the cunt two and half, did the bastard like Charlie Sheen

He didn't complain 'cause I put in like one of the gluc, and he said it was sweet

Turn the two tonner to a trap house

Trapped packs to a cunt wearing tapout

Bought the white out, then I blacked out

Woke up flipped four, eights, that's Blacktown

You silly sausages should bow down

And salute the general as soon as possible

'Cause everybody's got a sound now

But when Marty's round it really is phenomenal

'Cause I can do more with these hands then a bottle of whiskey

If my mind really wills

Can't look a ganga right into her face

Do her wrong tell on god all my mates, yes

We gettin' lit up, please don't take my photo

I'm tryna send it with all of my bozos

Never can sleep and I tell them it's no doz

Even got likes for designing my logo

I cannot fail, I cannot sleep

I go all in 'til the day that I peep

Hand on my Willy, make sure it don't leak

I got more bars then some motherfuckin' sheep

Oi

Get those groupies out my studio

Why the fuck are you so stupid, bro? (Nah)

Crack on my face, crack on my face, ay (face, ay)

Crack on my face, crack on my face, ay

Goddamn, I must be a bad bitch

'Cause I'm gettin' money, and I'm looking good at it

Don't throw back my back, but I throw back some yak

Then I go back to back hittin' her slow then deep 'til her whole back go crack

I might rap fast, but the drink got my brain slow

Still doing crack head shit with no yayo

This girl look like Jhene Aiko

And her whine got me fucked up, man, fuego

Said I gotta type said I like what I like

She tellin' me I appeal to her feminine side

Well, don't half step hit up my line

I can show you my appeal to your feminine side

'Cause I don't have groupies, we can be besties

Wanna scoop tea, I won't give her that tetley

Whipped cream and a donut gettin' messy

Hell, yeah, bitch I said, oi

Like gimme a fucking break

Bitch, I'm the hottest out, and I'm the smartest out

Bitches be dumb, they do this shit for the clout (stupid)

I heard your raps, please take another route

I saw your man, he look familiar

Community dick, that's what you're fucking on? (Really?)

I don't really know that lexicon, please know your place

I can't relate to being a fraud or a fake

Oi, who the fuck you calling a groupie hoe

**** answer every bitch that's in their DM, bro (every single bitch that's in their DM)

Like seriously, gimme a break, gimme a break (gimme a motherfuckin' break, bitch)

And please, fuck out my face, fuck out my face

Get the fuck outta my face

B-B-B-B-Bitch, I said oi

Get those groupies out my studio (I'ma get the fuck out, I'ma get the fuck out)

Why the fuck are you so stupid, bro? (I'm not fuckin' stupid, you're the one dumb)

Crack on my face, crack on my face, ay (face, ay)

Crack on my face, crack on my face, ay