Whistle Lyrics

A nigga like you just tryna look cool

A nigga like me really tryna get rich

Lay low stack funds

Take a couple of trips

Only worried bout mines

How you still on my dick?

I'm super humble

But know I'm the shit

And you know it too

It's just hard to admit

I'm also relentless

I could never quit

Deforming my hand

If the glove doesn't fit

I'm rolling in 100s

But I am not crip

I'm just feeling good nigga

Fresh off a lick

I ain't really tripping

If I gotta sit

For breesh and my brothers

I'm taking that risk

My bands acrobatic

The way that they flip

It all started off with a scale

And a zip

Remember them nights

Used to trap out the whip

Now it's 2900 if you want it shipped

I'm young

And I'm black

And I'm gifted

Plus I'm super handsome

I know I'm a threat

The munchers be watching

Like "he ain't lose yet ?"

How I keep on winning

I know they upset

Gotta get out the hood

But could never forget

All the shit that it taught me

I feel like a vet

When it come to bread

It best be correct

And niggas'll Kill

For they bitch and respect

I really be chilling

Catch me in a tech

With a spliff in a spliff in my hand

Thinking bout the next check

But don't get it twisted

My hands is correct

Put you in yo place

If you come out ya neck

I got this lil smooch

And she from the x

A cute little hood bitch

Live in the jects

She think that I want her

But just want the sex

And after she gone

It's on to the next

Cause she just a ...

And she for the ...

So she better ...

Before I get ...

Why you talking bout love to me baby?

After I nut, you's a dub to me baby

Really talking bout love

Is you crazy?

Kick me some works

Then I'll show you some, maybe

Now let's talk about funds nigga

Like where are your funds nigga?

How you having fun nigga?

Knowing dam well you a bum nigga

These niggas is leeches

And living for free

But jeans cost a rack

Nigga how could it be?

On the gram you lit

In person you broke

You living a lie

Could never be me

Ya niggas is weird

Wocky

Always looking for beef

Batti

Shit be bussin my head

Skelati

When it come to bread

Need mines like rocky

Remember them days I used to be popped

Now I pop champagne no Papi

And I won't think twice

To purchase ya life

That's to any fuck boy tryna stop me