Ooh, I'm paper, he plastic, I go hard, he go soft
He play hopscotch like a bra, I play boss games like golf
I be givin' him jugs, 25% off, that's pretty good
Dang, they sell it to him at cost, they call me Jack Frost
Cause I got that snow white, bro, with us I get lost
Cut off your water and your lights, now your money so funny
It's tellin' jokes about you like Wanda Sykes
What's bad out here is dusty, dirty bedbugs, lice
I'm so mackish and pimpish, he's so sappish and simpish
They judge us on phone, key, or run, and leave us homies diminished
He was the only one with a gun, they gave us potions to business
Stood in an alley with a drum from a distance
Around Christmas time, the crime rate rises
Settlin' down the chimney ain't the only surprises
Tiptoe bandits, ran in my house
But I was ready for them, so I whipped out
I'm tryin' not to, but these suckers always fish me
And I always gotta flash and whip out
They think I'm playin' at the dice game
So I had to tell my little niggas
Whip out!
I hit the corner on the side of your house
In the van with no taxi
Whip out!
Don't trust nobody cause your partner say they love you
When you come up, they try to
Whip out!
Too many murders in the streets
*** him
Hurt him if he's weak
Every day there's a drive-by
In the news they only talk about homicides
Nobody cares when you shoot and miss
Little homies in the hood get used to this
When he left out the house, he didn't choose death
He got killed
You know when you lose your breath
In a fight for your life
You can't win
There's somethin' in your lungs
It ain't win
There's no air in there
He got shot
Whole lot of blood in his hair
He never had a chance
Didn't even make it to the ambulance
He was dead on the scene
Investigate another unsolved murder
Yesterday
Whip out!
I'm tryin' not to, but these suckers always fish me
And I always gotta flash and whip out
They think I'm playin' at the dice game
So I had to tell my little niggas
Whip out!
Whip out!
Whip out!
At the corner on the side of your house
In the van with no tax
Whip out!
Whip out! Whip out!
Don't trust nobody cuz your partners say they love you
When you come up, they tryin' to whip out
I got a partner that rap
Go by the name of E-48
He's retired D-Boy
Real niggas adore him
Fake niggas ignore him
They think that he's butt
They think he's a cutting bull
They stay choppin' him up
Got his name in the u-gill
In they teeth, in they mouth
They jealous of him cuz he booted up
And he ain't a slouch
I fucks with a nigga because he solid as steel
I bust my gun for that nigga cuz he be keepin' it real
Weller than a $100 bill with the line imprint
Lying in print, pin-sacking, looking like he shitted and whipped
Pepper packs, squeeze, leave your head with a dip
Money mac and cheese, smile for the camera, PM
When it come to the West, I'm a support
Especially when it come to Fowdy and Tuchel
I argue with niggas, me and my guys
That music raves me, them boys say my lies
I'm trying not to, but these suckers always push me
And I always gotta flash and whip out
They think I'm playing at the dice game
So I had to tell my little niggas, whip out
I hit the corner on the side of your house
In the van with no taxi, whip out
Don't trust nobody cause your partner say they love you
When you come up, they try to whip out
Don't trust nobody cause your partner say they love you