(Intro: Allah)
Windows on the whip are so tinted
b**hes i don't even know in it
Go against the sheep its no winnin
If my n***as go i go wit em
Yay yay yay
Stuntin on you n***as going way man
Flashin on you n***as going way man
Spazzin on you n***as going way man
Whipping going way way way way
(Verse 1: Allah)
I like b**hes
You like b**hes
She like b**hes
He like b**hes
f** it we like b**hes
Imma f** her ill record it if she looking fine
If its long enough a n***a might put it on vine
I was walking into n***as sniffing up a line
They told me that its ok they do this all the time
I ain't giving names i gotta keep it on the low mane
Rollin with some asian b**hes now I'm on the low mien
Oh god
Murder sh**
Now a n***a back up on his murder sh**
Blvcksheep n***a know you heard the sh**
What you f**in rappin i ain't heard the sh**
Im the type of n***a to convince some bad b**hes they look good together just so i can watch em f** each other
You the type of n***a to convince some bad b**hes that it isn't normal when they start to f** and touch each other oh!
(Interlude: Allah)
I'm going way up aye
I'm going way up aye
I'm going way up aye
I'm going way up aye
(Verse 2: Allah)
Real n***a check my MO I'm out da MI Am I makin an MI at 21
Young n***a check the res sups fly I'm the guy you gotta call you want it done
I got his money, her money, yo money
Feds at the door i say i don't know money
Geno owe me some but the trap moving slow money
Lil n***as flashin they lil to no money
I invest do it best you blow money
We ain't sayin much keep that on the low money
Not enough bags we prolly need 4 money
n***as wack showin off so and so money
Laawwd
This ain't a scenario for scary hoes
A lot of burdens n***a man i carry those
n***as got me out my f**ing element
Got me whipping up the elements
Lemme just address the elephants
You are not the realest imma be a realist
You are not an artist you are not the hardest
You just a f**in gimmick you a f**in mimic
You was fixing yo daughter barrettes
I was shining my daddy barretta
n***a its whatever new coogi sweater
They shoot at whoever
We tired of playin
Realest n***a you should put me in the book of Guinness
Don't you ask for anything if it is not forgiveness
Point her to the whip and tell her that we f**in in this
I know my n***as my squad in here we f**in in this oh my god!
(Outro: Allah)
Way, way
Yeah, Way man
Im going way man
Going way
Yeah
Im going way
Yeah