THE WHISTLES ft. BLICKEM Lyrics

Tell me about the whistles

The whistles go woooo

Call us the CIA the way we fiendin' for a homicide

My boy BLICKEM in the H and he brought his ghost tonight

Make the block wet when you slip and we the ones who slide

Got some hoes who want nothing but my dick inside

I never use condoms, always on some risky shit

Go and fuck a bitch then I make a song about it

Make the birds fly and I put my face in her tits

Hit a mi- oh, fuck

Hit a lick, masked up, shout out MF DOOM

Counting secondary bread, sellin' weed out dorm rooms

Still whippin' 2012 ford fusion, and I make that bitch zoom

Hotbox with tinted windows, I don't fishbowl my ride

Swindle more cops than hoes, trust that ain't a lie (fuck 12)

When I die, I don't want you fake fucks to cry

27 Club, Jamal Murray, my weed nuggets white

Double back on the block a foul was called on the shot

You can go and carry Glocks while I carry hip-hops

Drop the top then bop-bop, wipe his blood up with a mop

Tony Soprano style when we waste on the opps

Like a fat bitch eatin', I don't know when to stop

I can't fuck around no more because this shit is my job

I'll get outta here, bitch, with these bedroom flows

If you end up eatin' in this rap game, only Lord knows

Keep the ethics close, fuck her and send her a rose

Even if the coke makin' blood come from her nose

Man, I speak it from experience with these washed up hoes

Follow the whistles, bitch, cause that's the

way the wind blows

The whistles go

Woooooooo

The whistles go

Woooooooo

I'm snipin' shit from long range like I'm K.D. up on the sun

We too hot, the sensors goin' crazy up on my gun

We kill these niggas, roll em' up and put em' in a blunt

Yo bitch up on my dick, she put her hair up in a bun

See, see this rappin' really easy

In a rush, I'm on the E-Way and I'm movin' kinda sleazy

Yeah, yeah, and I'm livin' kinda fast

Told them boys be on point and they better wear a mask

Jimmy Neutron out the whip, how I'm finna fuckin' blast

I'm a ride for my niggas and I'm steppin' on the gas

Smokin' niggas out the pack, and I think that shit is Thrax, ay

Ay, that mean we smokin' hella Za

Mama always told me someday her son was gonna be a star

While I'm rappin' these bars and I'm makin' this paper

I'ma get you straight up out the hood into a gated estate

Gang!

The whistles go

Woooooooo

The whistles go

Woooooooo

The whistles go

Woooooooo

The whistles go

Woooooooo

The whistles go

Woooooooo

What you want a whoo-whoo?, it's that whoo-whoo

You know what I'm sayin'