Whiplash'd

I already decided, bitch, that I don't need no sidekick

Pull up profilin'

Pull out pro style, bitch

Everytime I see her she look like she ain't gon' never forget

Pull up with a torch lit

These rappers can't afford shit

Boy, pull off, you rented it

We laugh until we finish, bitch

Hoes gettin' hip to it

They noticin' your flaws and shit

Pull up to my crib, whole

Pad fully furnished, bitch

And I got some extra shit

Art pieces so articulate

Shawty came through

Askin' how you make the lights like this

Her **** roll skimpy spliffs

I roll what all will fit in it

Ice castle magic, leave your bitch in here, you won't re-get

All these rappers wack, don't care about features only my own shit

I only own my own shit and all my shit owned, bitch

Pull up to my section, watch the smoke replace the air in there

Why he let his girl in here? It's cool, escort here to the rear

Dumped his ass, thirty minutes later, then we duck and dip

Better tuck your bitch before I make her duck and lick

They so sick of me (Who?)

She so sick of me (Who?)

She said, how dare you fire that L, you ain't pass that blunt to me

Ha, psych, I better not, bitch, I pass that to my charlatan

Ya'll smokin' on some big blunts of some just for me

Nah, I ain't never gave no fuck about the other team

Ya'll, you see Hollow Squad, The Coffin Fleet, guillotine

I pull up doin'a hundred to whoever like they needed me

You bitch

Who?