Listen to Whipped (feat. ABGR Lil Cory, Hustleman Quise & 448 Gotti) by A2P Fred & Lane Gang Wells

Whipped (feat. ABGR Lil Cory, Hustleman Quise & 448 Gotti)

A2P Fred & Lane Gang Wells

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

A2P Fred

Performer

Lane Gang Wells

Lane Gang Wells

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Alfred Lawrence

Alfred Lawrence

Songwriter

Ronniel Wells

Songwriter

John Kennedy Rubio

John Kennedy Rubio

Songwriter

Marquise Forman

Marquise Forman

Songwriter

Jecorion Hollingsworth

Jecorion Hollingsworth

Songwriter

Lyrics

Yuh

Anythang

A2p F*** n****

N****s never sold s***

I seen O's and bricks

Why you cryin bout that h**

You know that b**** ain't s***

N****s begging for some dope

That they can't even flip

Break the plates down to zips

And all the work get whipped

I used to have a power house

Her name was Amy

3 times a day

She came through

Spent 80

No bringing friends to the spot

I don't play it

She know

If she break that rule

I ain't serving her Nathan

Uh uh

I ain't finna serve her mutha****** a**

Nothing

And I don't give a f***

If she got 600

F*** it

Serving one Ci

Gon f*** up everybody money

One lick ode of the

Shh

Everybody coming

I don't need no

B**** I wanna thumb it

I ain't duckin no fades

P**** n**** run it

Double seal them up

And send them b*****s

Cross for me

I be wit the dealers

Smackers flunkies and junkies

I ain't join the army

But im tryna serve the country

I'm outchea like forreal

I'll serve my auntie

Suck ya mudda

P**** hole

You wanna rump wit me

And bread might be off a lil bit

Cuz my schedule

Uh

We ain't doing break downs

We gon serve the whole pound

How the f*** he got 200 bows

Inside a small town

12 tryna kick the door

Screaming "this a shake down"

But I hit the back door

Same night I skip towns

Bubba flip a whole chicken

I done turned to a rapper

Even though my granny white

I don't f*** wit the crackers

Unless he tryna cop a thang

50 racks on one chain

I wasn't even counting the Cuban

F*** love I kill Cupid

Even tho ty bub wasn't faithful one

I don't care I'm riding with bubba

Even tho I break my family up

I still uh kill my cousin

4 47 n**** I kill you

If you short me a nugget

4 48 but I got rich

Off from all these Huggies

Drop a ticket in the trap

I make it hard to sell something

Stacking up that cheddar

Balling like I play basketball

I used to drive a bucket

Now I'm pulling up drop top

Tender a** n****

Worried bout these h**s

Ain't getting no money

My phone keep blowing up

Flavors in the trap

I got it jumping

I came from juggin onions

Now I sell them whole

I'm the man now

N**** I'm so icy

Come through lookin like a freezer

Couple hunnit on my kit

And I'm still buying s*** (yeah)

N****s never sold s***

I seen O's and bricks

Why you cryin bout that h**

You know that b**** ain't s***

N****s begging for some dope

That they can't even flip

Break the plates down to zips

And all the work get whipped

Im a real trap n****

I done sold a whole lot

Pulling up to every hood

Corner bending on every block

And I'm only havin weed

This ain't a one stop shop

But I got n***** beating pots

You counter clock

You make it lock

Lv head to toe

And I pull up Lambo

10 racks in each pocket

And at the crib

I got some mo

I been moving real loads

I'm talking 50 bows or mo

Got a so icy chain

Like I'm Gucci in 04

Dope boy swag

Gotta keep my pockets stuffed

I just brought the plug a van

But she really need a bus

I be doggin her

Like Future

I ain't Savin h**s

Like Russ

This ain't even my b****

She on my phone tryna fuss

Work just came

Said the whole hood is in

I ain't even at the trap

And they still

Come and spend

I just sold half of box

Put the rest of them

Inna Benz

All I do is get money

Dinero pesos and yen's

36

Bro go get the back

Control the traffic

Too much motion

Auntie hit a line

Straight off the brick

She was like oh s***

Trap jug remix

All I ever knew

Me and lil bando

We had some long nights

On that avenue

If the speed limit 65

I drive 62

Drove by the state trooper

He ain't even have a clue

Man I'm posted in the trap

With them drug dealers

Remember back then

They ain't even

Wanna f*** wit us

If you need

Them bricks or pounds

You can come and

Thug wit us

Yea yo b****

She on my d***

Yea she love a drug dealer

Man I'm posted in the spot

Wit my mud n****s

Man I'm posted in the spot

Wit my mud n—

N****s never sold s***

I seen O's and bricks

Why you cryin bout that h**

You know that b**** ain't s***

N****s begging for some dope

That they can't even flip

Break the plates down to zips

And all the work get whipped

Written by: Alfred Lawrence, Jecorion Hollingsworth, John Kennedy Rubio, Marquise Forman, Ronniel Wells

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