Whitney & Bobby

Lyrics

[Intro] Ay ay ay (Samurai) Planet of the ape shit nigga Y'all know what the fuck going on [Chorus: LilCJ Kasino] Don't wanna talk 'less it's 'bout a deposit We handle our business don't speak on them body I probably got 'bout a mil in my closet I really go fuck on the ma for a hobby Dressing all black like Batman and go robbing The last nigga tried me we smoke him like ? Takedown the plug nigga thought we was shopping My young nigga itching to knock off your noggin Came from the hood serving Whitney and Bobby You can't trust him 'cause that young nigga grimey I'm still on the block like a defensive lineman That fuck nigga lying if he say he can't find me Run up them racks and go cash out on diamonds Ain't wasting no time, I wanna bust down my time piece I hit the trap with that pack now that young nigga pockets Be filled up with paper like bonders (Drip)(Ooh-wee) [Verse 1: Sauce Walka] I'm really breaking these bitches for million I'm not sure if this year I might make a billion (Mhm) I'm overseas with a bitch that's Brazillian I'm still ditchin feds can't catch me I'm brilliant (Mhm) I just went bought me some jewelry, three pieces That was a cool million I ain't even feel it Who made these bitch niggas flyer than Huston ? (Ooh shit) Can't ride in your car (Again) Can't fuck with your broads (Again) Ain't no posting up at the store with your dogs (Again) Splash up and shoot y'all (Again) It don't matter what hood you at imma call (Again) We hitting through walls (Again) Ain't no waving white flags boy we gon' ball (Again) We waiting on y'all (To spin) [Verse 2: Lil CJKasino] We got too many chops, try to slide on this block A fuck nigga gon' die nine times out of ten I'm still in the pot nigga whipping up jock We mixing and cooking up fish with no fins We got about a hundred 'sum shots in this Benz Nigga play with my money I'm dropping my kins The fuck was you thinking boy you will get Wrapped like a mummy for all the 'lil guap in my pants That young nigga popping, ain't need no advance These lil niggas copy me like they my kids You don't get no dollars so make it make sense Got everybody rocking with us who make trends I'm sipping on wock and no tris I know I got all my opp niggas pissed That young nigga ball like he play for the Knicks He be passing the ball and be making assists [Chorus: LilCJ Kasino] Don't wanna talk 'less it's 'bout a deposit We handle our business don't speak on them body I probably got 'bout a mil in my closet I really go fuck on ? for a hobby Dressing all black like Batman and go robbing The last nigga tried me we smoke him like ? Takedown the plug nigga thought we was shopping My young nigga itching to knock off your noggin Came from the hood serving Whitney and Bobby You can't trust him 'cause that young nigga grimey I'm still on the block like a defensive lineman That fuck nigga lying if he say he can't find me Run up them racks and go cash out on diamonds Ain't wasting no time, I wanna bust down my time I hit the trap with that pack now that young nigga pockets Be filled up with paper like bonders (Drip)(Ooh-wee) [Verse 3: TEC] Just got a AR15 Take this shit to the moon bitch we going far ? I got the judge just like Law and Order Used to hold up that rock just like Shawn Carter In that stingray like I put my car in water (Skrtt) I call the plays, I'm the godfather I make them lil niggas slide like this hardball Swing that stick just like a bat Got no less than fifty when I'm in that ? ? I've been pressure big steppa like Shaq Let that cutter speak out a accent, we don't kick shit on a accident Dance with my stick like I'm African All this ice on me bitch I'm a avalanche [Chorus: LilCJ Kasino] Don't wanna talk 'less it's 'bout a deposit We handle our business don't speak on them body I probably got 'bout a mil in my closet I really go fuck on ? for a hobby Dressing all black like Batman and go robbing The last nigga tried me we smoke him like ? Takedown the plug nigga thought we was shopping My young nigga itching to knock off your noggin Came from the hood serving Whitney and Bobby You can't trust him 'cause that young nigga grimey I'm still on the block like a defensive lineman That fuck nigga lying if he say he can't find me Run up them racks and go cash out on diamonds Ain't wasting no time, I wanna bust down my time piece I hit the trap with that pack now that young nigga pockets Be filled up with paper like bonders (Drip)(Ooh-wee)