Whistle Lyrics
- Genre:New Age
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Every time Bro leave the crib he lookin' for drama
The Glock match his fit all black like Wakanda
Crash out gang poppin' shit like a father Smoke free but he pay for the shit like he
Bought it Little boy actin' bad we gon' go to his mama
We been catchin' all these people since we never can find em
We gon' paint this town red if it ever get violent
Scary sight inside the cut, we lookin' just like a goblin
I'm takin' too many drugs, I got too many problems
Too many damn problems, got no way to stop em
ARP and a Draco, that's too mini choppers Two hoes tag teamin' fightin' over my body
You ain't talkin' bout cash, I don't wanna hear nothin' bout it
Prototype, they wanna see how I do it and copy
My niggas put you in a casket, they ain't tryna do boxin
No Batman around me, all my niggas be robbin' They ain't wanna let me in, so I turn to a
Locksmith I'm a grease boy, baby, got that fire, I'll
Pop shit You wasn't there when I was broke, why the
Fuck would we lock in
Got these guns out the store, we ain't usin' no props, man
Truck beep, beep, beep, got the load finna back in
It's grease, grease, grease, no one else in the top ten
Rah, rah, rah, with a button tryna tap heads
Putting shit to sleep like they takin' a nap there
Uh, uh, uh, alright
I'm meetin' this lil' bitch today, but with no hesitation
I bet you I'm fuckin' tonight
Fuck 12, I tell em, free all the bros
I know they hate switchin' they gun for a knife
I miss my old hoes, but I got me some new ones
They don't do the same shit, so I really don't like em
Only money and drugs gonna get me excited
Fuck around and throw a party, say no one invited
I got so many strips, I throw a flag on these bitches
Pushin' up and pullin' up on anything like it's fitness
Niggas gettin' out the picture if they ain't see the vision
Chop cut his ass in half, bullets doin' division
A nigga look for me and they reportin, I'm missin
Fuck niggas say my name, I'm at his door like a visit
Can't handle all the smoke, fuck them up like a whippet
Belt to ass gang, all my opps gettin' whippin's
Bro steppin' on shit like he clumsy he trippin
Take drugs till I'm numb so I don't get in my feelings