Nu Devenchy - Whip

Whippin a foreign
Niggas be rattin they tattle they tellin Them niggas informants
Ballin and killin the game they Thinking that I got endorsements
They plottin on takin me out they Hate to see a nigga flossin
They see how I’m flossin
I’m bout to get to the bag
I’m finna run up dis cash keepin my Foot On the gas prayin this lifestyle Ah last
I got that work and invade the trap Took a few losses and made it right Back
Keep me a hitta that roll with the Strap catch a round of applause nigga You cud get clapped
Bang
I went and copped me a foreign
Met the connect and I bought ten wen It Come yo the trap going all in sellin ticks Like I’m playin wit Boston
I put the team on my back then doubled Up on packs then doubled up on them Stacks just take a look at them racks I Blow a fee every time I’m in saks
Made me a bag and went straight to the Bank
I’m on the corner serving of the stank
Drippin drippin like the kitchen sank Water on me not the shit you drank
Live life in the plastic yea my dream doll Be a bad bitch need expensive cars and The fabrics
Yea I want it all gotta have it
Like David I came from a rough end
You can’t trust yo brother not even ya Cousin
These niggas be lames I call em McLoving I swear ain’t nobody I’m puttin My trust in
I keep me some bitches they come by The dozen
Don’t need Chris and neef cuz my Youngins be gunnin
That work on the block niggas movin Them onions
Came a long way from nothin and turn it To sumthin yea
Whippin a foreign
Niggas be rattin they tattle they tellin Them niggas informants
Ballin and killin the game they Thinking that I got endorsements
They plottin on takin me out they Hate to see a nigga flossin
They see how I’m flossin
I’m bout to get to the bag
I’m finna run up dis cash keepin my Foot On the gas prayin this lifestyle Ah last
I got that work and invade the trap Took a few losses and made it right Back
Keep me a hitta that roll with the Strap catch a round of applause nigga You cud get clapped
Bang
The money turnt me to a monster
I am not lookin for drama just wanna Run Up them digits and commas
Ex did me wrong now she living With Karma
Came from the bottom just me and My Mama
Grew to a man I ain’t need me no Father
Struggle made me go harder
Struggle made me go harder
Came from them trenches and got to Them benji
I’m that nigga they hate and they Envy
Ain’t no love in this game can’t b Friendly
Put respect on my name dats Devenchy
Niggas gon hate wen you get to the Cheese
We was out grinding me Rico and Sleezes
Remember that summer we breezed Through them p’s
Always felt good to break bread with My g’s
But I ain’t no regular person
I was down then and I’m up now
Couple thousand for the bustdown
Niggas drowning tryna ride on my Wave
Ain’t no cappin I been trappin for Days
Young nigga you know I’m gettin Paid
Pitchin o’s like I play with the a’s
Went from them jays now I’m rockin Them shoes Givenchy talkin Gucci Amiri and fendi
Wen it come to dat bread I got plenty
Had no friends wen my pockets was Empty
Look how I fuck up the city
Chase ave run it up v 12 in the cut
Oopsie got it double clutch gordo flea I’m glowed up
Keep the trap jumpin like
Whippin a foreign
Niggas be rattin they tattle they tellin Them niggas informants
Ballin and killin the game they Thinking that I got endorsements
They plottin on takin me out they Hate to see a nigga flossin
They see how I’m flossin
I’m bout to get to the bag
I’m finna run up dis cash keepin my Foot On the gas prayin this lifestyle Ah last
I got that work and invade the trap Took a few losses and made it right Back
Keep me a hitta that roll with the Strap catch a round of applause nigga You cud get clapped
Bang

Written by:
Devon Pinnock

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