Whistle ft. Rock.Star Hardy & REEDTHEINFINITE Lyrics

I just be chilling, rapping, laying low, I don't know where to go now

Had to wait 'til the flow hit me, come flow with me got the pro sound

About to spit a couple pro nouns, now they say I'm so profound

Got the bros with me and the hoes tipsy, so you already know how it goes down

Slow down, speed it up for me, highway doing 'bout a buck fifty

Once you fuck with me then you stuck with me

I can't have these hoes fall in love with me

Not in the mood for that, I can't let 'em get too attached

Like it's velcro, so I tell hoes to relax, move it back

Smoking the gas with demons, in the back of the 'lac rolling backwoods

I run up the bag at Neiman's

Walk in the store with a bad jawn, I I I

Wake up gotta go get it, yeah

I'm on a mission, yeah

Just me and my niggas, yeah

I got the vision, yeah

You can tell that we different, yeah

I'm on a wave, see that I'm dripping

They like when I sing, I I I, I I I

These niggas ain't real as me, ok

I know you want me, baby, yeah (I know that you want me)

But you can't get nothing from me, no (You can't get nothing from me)

I know you want me, baby, yeah (I know that you want me)

But you can't get nothing from me, no (You can't get nothing from me)

We just be cooling, smoking, blowing dro while we making these rap songs

I was off for a little while, had to get it right, now I'm back on

Chain-smoking 'til the pack gone, know this feeling doesn't last long

So I got to make the most, got to make a toast to the ones that passed on

Or should I say passed away, the faster way how I'm living this life now

I'm doing this all on my own

You know that I'm grown, so you should just pipe down

Still trying to find the right sound, had to switch it up a little bit

Regardless of what I'ma do I gotta stay true and I know you gonna feel this shit

Feel the shit, hit it when I feel like shit

Sipping the bud out the bottle, foot on the throttle

Smoking this pack, Now I keep on forgetting

I'm feeling like Michael McDonald

Smoking the gas on my own, fuck, I forget how to get home

I'm on 295 swerving, I'm off a couple cape mays and a bourbon

I got a suicide girl in my passenger seat, Told her fasten her seat belt

We passing the weed, going fast, the police ain't out searching

They'll never catch up, Running my cash up

Smoking my gas up

Intoxicated, I'm escaping reality

Top of the morning you can meet the better me

I'm rolling, combusting the celery, 300K finna be in my salary

I'm cynical, can't trust your energy

I spark it up and get lost in the melody

Give a fuck about those who are dead to me

Got my true family, I know they'll remember me

I'm looking down at the moon, product of trauma and shrooms, I got

Her on her hills like a dune, when she see me, she know that pussy doomed

I'm not sure, can you handle this boom

Got this witch on my dick, not a broom

I'ma just smoke on this pack, while she show me her ass

Right under the red light in my room (Yeah, yeah)

Made man, a nigga with a bigger plan

Visioning what type of car that I'ma pull up in

I like to spend, yes indeed I need a million

Hot box the Benz, there go rockstar smoking weed again

I got trees and pens, that shit that turn boys to men

He on the floor again, wake him if he snore again

I got foreign friends, never getting bored of them

We be pouring Hen 'til five in the morning (Yeah)

And we be going in till five in the morning (Yeah)

Cause we just be chilling (Chilling)

Rapping (Rapping)

Making these rap songs (Sike nah)