Ooh, I'm paper, he plastic, I go hard, he go softHe play hopscotch like a bra, I play boss games like golfI be givin' him jugs, 25% off, that's pretty goodDang, they sell it to him at cost, they call me Jack FrostCause I got that snow white, bro, with us I get lostCut off your water and your lights, now your money so funnyIt's tellin' jokes about you like Wanda SykesWhat's bad out here is dusty, dirty bedbugs, liceI'm so mackish and pimpish, he's so sappish and simpishThey judge us on phone, key, or run, and leave us homies diminishedHe was the only one with a gun, they gave us potions to businessStood in an alley with a drum from a distanceAround Christmas time, the crime rate risesSettlin' down the chimney ain't the only surprisesTiptoe bandits, ran in my houseBut I was ready for them, so I whipped outI'm tryin' not to, but these suckers always fish meAnd I always gotta flash and whip outThey think I'm playin' at the dice gameSo I had to tell my little niggasWhip out!I hit the corner on the side of your houseIn the van with no taxiWhip out!Don't trust nobody cause your partner say they love youWhen you come up, they try toWhip out!Too many murders in the streets*** himHurt him if he's weakEvery day there's a drive-byIn the news they only talk about homicidesNobody cares when you shoot and missLittle homies in the hood get used to thisWhen he left out the house, he didn't choose deathHe got killedYou know when you lose your breathIn a fight for your lifeYou can't winThere's somethin' in your lungsIt ain't winThere's no air in thereHe got shotWhole lot of blood in his hairHe never had a chanceDidn't even make it to the ambulanceHe was dead on the sceneInvestigate another unsolved murderYesterdayWhip out!I'm tryin' not to, but these suckers always fish meAnd I always gotta flash and whip outThey think I'm playin' at the dice gameSo I had to tell my little niggasWhip out!Whip out!Whip out!At the corner on the side of your houseIn the van with no taxWhip out!Whip out! Whip out!Don't trust nobody cuz your partners say they love youWhen you come up, they tryin' to whip outI got a partner that rapGo by the name of E-48He's retired D-BoyReal niggas adore himFake niggas ignore himThey think that he's buttThey think he's a cutting bullThey stay choppin' him upGot his name in the u-gillIn they teeth, in they mouthThey jealous of him cuz he booted upAnd he ain't a slouchI fucks with a nigga because he solid as steelI bust my gun for that nigga cuz he be keepin' it realWeller than a $100 bill with the line imprintLying in print, pin-sacking, looking like he shitted and whippedPepper packs, squeeze, leave your head with a dipMoney mac and cheese, smile for the camera, PMWhen it come to the West, I'm a supportEspecially when it come to Fowdy and TuchelI argue with niggas, me and my guysThat music raves me, them boys say my liesI'm trying not to, but these suckers always push meAnd I always gotta flash and whip outThey think I'm playing at the dice gameSo I had to tell my little niggas, whip outI hit the corner on the side of your houseIn the van with no taxi, whip outDon't trust nobody cause your partner say they love youWhen you come up, they try to whip outDon't trust nobody cause your partner say they love you