Bobby & Whitney pt. 2

Huh Control aye, Bobby and Whitney Huh, yeah, huh You know huh, I thought you was with me Huh, yeah My heart is real heavy I still kept you stable When money wasn't steady I stand on two feet Now that money be petty I branded the Heat In the Miami telly Caresha my bitch But I call her lil Kelly She say smile for me daddy She thought I was Nelly My bitch trader jays She eat vegan spaghetti Ju miss pronounce diamonds He call them bageddies D fell on his sword They nicknamed him Machete F*ck a ding dong ditchin In the school of hard knocks We done burned all the bridges And pissed out the pots Dre kicked down the door He ain't picking a lock I pissed off the floor When I bought all the mops She say Audemar Tx What time do you drop Put the tape in the thermos I thought it was hot Been racing the Germans I thought they was cops Gave him too much credit I thought he had glocks Antetokounmpo fetti We buy back the block Don't assume I'm ready Just wait for the single Red bone black widow I pass her the pistol Hit from the back Say fashizzle my nizzle I been had the drip I was missing the drizzle I been cracked the code I was solving the riddle I been the been had the Flo I was bein Progressive I been let you go No more being possessive Now I can grow I been being reflective Play me like a hoe I'm gone break the controllers I'm in it waste deep Bih you still on my shoulders I'm playing fake sleep While you still pillow talking Her old nigga hating He steady be stalking Pupils dilated, Medusa been waiting That penthouse was fronted Down there at the basement Mix designer with thrifty I thought you was with me I touch down and act like a thot in yo city We both did drugs We was Bobby and Whitney You bobbin and weaving I'm Robbin the Neiman's Banned me from the Macy's The judge name Big Lexi I scream go Big Stacy Caught me w the bitch But I'm calling her crazy Get money five ways They still calling me lazy Been up for nine days Saying thanks to the addys I been raising hell But I'm not satin daddy Break my bih outta Cinci, the real Nasty Natti Huh Control aye, Bobby and Whitney Huh, yeah, huh You know huh, I thought you was with me Huh, yeah, I thought you was with me