WHOA

Posted in the VIP, wit' ya bitch like, "Whoa" She open up her mouf like the fuckin' letter "O" She just wanna f*ck, 'cause my pockets on swole Typa money, turnin' all my friends into foes Word to my nigga Raj, that's just how it go Walk up in the club with a fat bankroll Wrist on chill and you know my chain froze I got the stacks of the settlements On your back like a letterman I can rap a lil' medicine We can match a lil' measurements And you act a lil' hesitant I'm the mac of my residence Ballin', you gotta keep your wallet packed with the presidents And some white people told me that I'm a *bleep*, that's prolly true And them and I both are finna go learn what this Tommy do A crack to the head and I swear to God that I'm fed up That bitch can dub me, I promise I'll never lose CV, GT, we the new worst guys In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's fuckin' stir fry Lil' mama said she wanna ride me like a dirt bike Now she all over the wood like a fuckin' termite Used to have hoop-dreams, till I picked up the mic And started movin' the keys like I was servin' the white I got your bitch on her knees, she do whatever I like I'm with my boy Genius T, that boy stay high as a kite I'm lifted, with a bitch, we ascend our positions, a Thick trick, said my dick is delish, she a Ripstick, how she twistin' her hips, Baby, let me hop up in that booty like a rift, hey, hey I'm feelin' great, yeah I think I hold a trait of a Real nigga, ain't none of my niggas fake I'm the ace of spades in the deck Silver back, planet of the apes Beatin' on my chest, yeah, yeah