My Whip Hot

Lyrics

[Chorus: DecadeZ] Dumpin' in the clutch, drugs in the trunk No license and I ain't had task for months My whip hot (My whip hot) My whip hot (My whip hot) Whip's still rolling, so it's all good If you blink you might miss me riding through yo' hood My whip hot (My whip hot) My whip hot (My whip hot) [Verse 1: E-40] Give me some gloves and a screwdriver, hot wire, watch him go to work In his do-dirt buggy he stole, dope wagon, a key, a skirt (Skirt) Keep a hooptie underbucket in case he might have to murk Somebody hurt, somebody, mayne, pop him, wet up their shirt Leave a sucka stinkin', not smelling good like a Cert Not for joyriding but for supplying and pushing purp Take the scenic route, take the back road, it's high alert Super thug dressed like a square, know how to convert Getting head, bitches know potna about his bread Taking chances in the car when he might end up dead Mannish living in boulevard, moving real greedy-like Shoot you in the face 'cause he really ain't tryna fight Put you in your place, in the dark not in the light With the shit like toilet paper and baby wipes Nah, this ain't no rental, nah, this ain't what I bought Take you on a high speed chase 'cause the car hot [Chorus: DecadeZ] Dumpin' in the clutch, drugs in the trunk No license and I ain't had task for months My whip hot (My whip hot) My whip hot (My whip hot) Whip's still rolling, so it's all good If you blink you might miss me riding through yo' hood My whip hot (My whip hot) My whip hot (My whip hot) [Verse 2: E-40] Thumper in a bitch name from Bodega Bay (AYY!) Stolen credit card, mayne, that's a throwaway (AYY!) They call me Four Yard, mayne, potna, I don't play (Nope) I was built this way it's mandatory where I stay I'm sellin' broccoli and coke, tryna keep my family afloat Me, you and a bunch my niggas in the same boat The economy's fucked up, it's fucked up, I can't vote 'Cause I got priors and plus a jail record long as a rope I'm tired of being broke, doin' the opposite of soap Wanna turn my life around, when it ain't no antidote Grandmama saved, sanctified, filled with the Holy Ghost They be prayin' for me, askin' God to keep me close I'll be doin' the most, hecka hard-headed until they get me Don't believe fat meat greasy, doin' a buck 50 up in a 65 mile per hour (Zone) Finger on my pistol (Chrome), bust you in yo' fuckin' (Dome) You niggas betta leave me 'lone (Leave me 'lone) BIATCH! [Chorus: DecadeZ] Dumpin' in the clutch, drugs in the trunk No license and I ain't had task for months My whip hot (My whip hot) My whip hot (My whip hot) Whip's still rolling, so it's all good If you blink you might miss me riding through yo' hood My whip hot (My whip hot) My whip hot (My whip hot) [Interlude] Some cars are stolen for joyriding Some cars are stolen for transportation or get away from a crime scene [Verse 3: Laroo] Have the story straight, nigga, if we slide up on a black-and-white Open container, a motherfucker run a red light I've been hustlin' all night, shrink wrappin' Hot whip, fuck them hoes, they high cappin' Any nigga play that game, acrobatin' Flipped from the impact, all with my seat back I don't know the registered owner, I'm in a firecracker There's a bag in the trunk, avoid capture Bitch run fast in heels, she know the throw-off method So she protected (She protected) Ridin' 'round with that phone blurpin', time to switch that line I keep that GPS off all the time I'm through the hood wit' it, so they label my car High speed potential, D-boy at large Too much luggage, we take a cab to the headquarters Then bounce back with halfs and quarters, taking orders [Chorus: DecadeZ] Dumpin' in the clutch, drugs in the trunk No license and I ain't had task for months My whip hot (My whip hot) My whip hot (My whip hot) Whip's still rolling, so it's all good If you blink you might miss me riding through yo' hood My whip hot (My whip hot) My whip hot (My whip hot)