My Whip Hot

[Chorus] Dumping in da clutch, drugs in da trunk No license an I ain’t had a task for months My whip hot (hot,hot,hot,hot,hot) My whip hot (hot,hot,hot,hot,hot) Whips still rolling, so it’s all good If ya blink ya might miss me riding through yo hood My whip hot (hot,hot,hot,hot,hot) My whip hot (hot,hot,hot,hot,hot) [Verse 1] Give it some glove and a screw driver hot wire and watch it go to work In studer buggy slowly dope wacking a key a skirt (Skirt) a hoopty underbucket then kc might have to murk Somebody hurt somebody make popping wet up their shirt Leave a sucka stinking, not smelling good like a sirt Not for joyriding but fo supplying an pushing purp Take d scenic route, take d back road it’s high alert Super thug dressed like a square know how to convert Getting head, bitches don’t bodda a partner about his bread Taking chances in d car when he might end up dead Manage living in boulevard moving real greedy like Shoot you in d face cause he really ain’t tryna fight Put you in yo place, in d dark not in d light With d shit like toilet paper an baby wipes Nah this ain’t no rental, nah this ain’t what I bought Take you on a high speed chase as d car horn [Chorus] [Verse 2] Dump her in d ditch mayne, from Bodega bay Stolen credit card mayne, that’s a throw away They call me four yard mayne partna I don’t play I was built this way it’s mandatory where I stay I’m sellin broccoli an coke, tryna keep ma family afloat Me, you an a bunch ma niggas in d same boat The academy fucked up, it’s fucked up I can’t vote Cause I got priors an plus a jail record long as a rope I’m tired a being broke, doin d opposite a soap Wanna turn ma life around, but there ain’t no antidote Grandmama say she sanctified me wit d Holy Ghost They be prayin fo’ me, askin God to keep me close I’ll be doin most, kept it hard headed until they get me Dont believe fat means greasy, doin a buck 50 up in a 65 mile per hour (zone) Finger on ma pistol (chrome), bust you in yo fuckin (dome) You niggas betta leave me alone (leave me alone) (bitch!) [Chorus] [Verse 3] Some cars are stolen for joyriding Some cars are stolen for transportation or get away from a crime scene Had our story straight nigga if we slide up on a black an white Open container mothafucka running red light I been hustling all night shrink rapid Hot whip, fuck dem hoes they hot capping Any nigga play that game, acrobat Flipped from d impact, all with ma seat back I doh know d register owner am in to five cracking There’s a bag in d trunk, avoid capture Bitch run fast in heels, she know the throw off method so she protected (she protected) Driving round wid dat phone blurping, tell em switch dat line I keep dat GPS off in d tunnel Through d hood wid it, so they label ma car High speed potential, D-boy at large Too much baggage we take a cab to da headquarters An bounce back, we have some quarters taking orders [Chorus]