Crash The Whip

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, huh, yeah ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song, huh (Vinxia) Real ShittyBoy shit, she gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz lit, know that though, yeah [Chorus] Shopping with no limits, if I want it, then I'm snatching it They know I got money, so these bitches fucking passing it Unky like Houdini in that kitchen, he do magic tricks Know some killers that don't hit the booth, but they be wrapping shit Dior on my body, not the average drip Seven hunnid horses, finna crash the whip Mr. Leave the Function with the Baddest Bitch Think we finna knuckle up? Oh, let me flash the blick [Verse] Seven hunnid on my torso, but a thousand on my snеaks If I pull up kitty-kat, I know this bitch gon' throw me cheeks Entrée cost to strip her bеtter every time I'm out to eat I don't do thumbing, love it when that money counter— Popping out with fully automatics She ain't want it on her face, I had to put it on the mattress Hellkitty, bitch, we pulling up the fastest The buffy thangs mirror tint with Tron pushing up his glasses Give a bitch the sniff, but they know Hutchy did the ice Tripping at the set, don't give a fuck about a price Big Balenciaga's, give a fuck about some Mike's We gon' blitz before the play, don't give a fuck about a hike Down, set, shit, fuck, like yeah, bitch, we on it Big Drac', bitch amazed like, "Yeah, let me hold it" Big stack, all blues like, damn, you can't fold it Talking to her while she give me head, "Damn, you the coldest" ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every verse Sick as fuck, my baby Virgil passed, think I got every shirt We'll clock him out 'fore he clock in, pop up where he work SB to the fucking DSM, my babies very turnt Bet' not say that shit on sight 'cause every AR got a sight Lil' bougie model hoes the only bitches that I like Every fit you see me in, you know it cost at least a pint (Dumbass, haha, ShittyBoyz) [Chorus] Shopping with no limits, if I want it, then I'm snatching it They know I got money, so these bitches fucking passing it Unky like Houdini in that kitchen, he do magic tricks Know some killers that don't hit the booth, but they be wrapping shit Dior on my body, not the average drip Seven hunnid horses, finna crash the whip Mr. Leave the Function with the Baddest Bitch Think we finna knuckle up? Oh, let me flash the blick [Outro] Yeah, real ShittyBoy shit, man, she gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz lit Now, I ain't even gotta say too much, you feel me? Haha