k rob - WHIPPIN'

"LIVING IN DUH MOMENT."

System up loud
In the car, Keep it ringin'
System up loud, in the car
In the car

Ridin round the town still WHIPPIN'
WHIPPIN', WHIPPIN', WHIPPIN'
Feel like Slim Thug still Tippin'
Still Tippin'
With yo main squeeze, lil lemon
He don't get it
Kickin'- all that weak shit
We ain't with it, We ain't with it

Ridin round the town still WHIPPIN'
WHIPPIN', WHIP-WHIPPIN'
Feel like Slim Thug still Tippin'
Still Tippin'
With yo main squeeze, lil lemon
He don't get it
Kickin'- all that weak shit
We ain't with it, We ain't with it

Ridin roun the city still
With no new niggas
No kidding
I'm trippin'
Don't play
This shit'll get real

Take it how you want
I will not stop
I don't know how it feel
That feeling
Of doing anything outside my craft
I think I might chill
First thing, gotta pay them bills

We all wicked
Try to be righteous
Paying attention
Niggas Divisive
She want attention
Until she don't know she want after that
Shorty so indecisive

End of the year
End of the world
End of the people
That think it's a game
End of the song
She run that shit back
When we all in the whip
Shorty got taste

Like what I see
Got a good head on her shoulders
And she be staying in shape
She could fall off
And still shit on bitches
Regardless
You wishing that she was yo date

Mike Jones
Back then, they ain't want me
Now I'm hot, hoes all on me
Young David Ruffin
Hoes falling on me
Hoes calling on me
Niggas mad at me
Been sonning niggas
I'm granddaddy
Great grandmama going blind
On the grind
Just to see the fam happy

Ridin round
On a mission
Riding round
Still whippin
9-5, work it out
Put in muscle
Cause I'm built different

Ridin' round the town still WHIPPIN'
WHIPPIN', WHIPPIN', WHIPPIN'
Feel like Slim Thug still Tippin'
Still Tippin'
With yo main squeeze, lil lemon
He don't get it
Kickin'- all that weak shit
We ain't with it, We ain't with it

Ridin' round the town still WHIPPIN'
WHIPPIN', WHIP-WHIPPIN'
Feel like Slim Thug still Tippin'
Still Tippin'
With yo main squeeze, lil lemon
He don't get it
Kickin'- all that weak shit
We ain't with it, We ain't with it

System up loud
In the car, Keep it ringin'
System up loud, in the car
In the car

Alright, NO!

Round the town, still WHIPPIN'
WHIPPIN', WHIPPIN', WHIPPIN'
Feel like Slim Thug
Still Tippin', Still Tippin'

HIT, HIT!
HIT, HIT!

Look at my kicks
Step on yo neck
Look at my wrist
Get out my way
Look at my clique
Ass on damnnnn
Look at my bitch

Look at my - Aye
Look in my eyes
See no hoe
Who you despise?
Niggas be mad
I got em fried
Been on the road
I'm with the guys

Get check, ready now
Fit check
Fit check
Bandanna on like dipset
Weight on me
Nigga need that bench press
She OD off the P, bitch been wet
Broadie in the backseat, bussdown
Bussin' out the window
Who want smoke, I'm with that
And I'm Whippin'
LME in your mentions
Hoe, PAY ATTENTION

Written by:
Diamond Garner, Kyrie Robinson

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