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ZGTO - Whippin Lyrics




Whippin' out the glad, got the shotty
No pistol
When you gettin' money errybody got a issue
Niggas on they menstrual, bitch
I'm grindin' on my grizzle
And the way I make the piece
Make this shit look simple
Whippin' out the glad, got the shotty
No pistol
When you gettin' money errybody got a issue
Niggas on they menstrual, bitch
I'm grindin' on my grizzle
And the way I whip the piece
Make this shit look simple
Plays out the fiddle
Whip 'em then I ship 'em

Beat the pussy up, that's no incidentals
Used to wear Chuck Taylors when I had little
Now I rock Y3, put the rappers in the skittle
Playin' with the money like
Monkey in the middle
And I'm tryna get this paper for
A crib in an igloo hard on the hoe
I make the bitch look brittle
Bitch'll smoke it on the fire
Hotboxin' in the kennel
The way I look, the way I style
They think I'm on my mental

Baby, I ain't on em', I am out this dimension
F*ck the hoe, forget her like I got dementia
But, if the pussy good
Make a memo to remember
Don't talk to her if I don't wanna offend her
Next thing I know
The bitch stay coppin' then she spendin'
She know I'm from the way, like that
I'm eccentric
In the kitchen, backin' up trees
Cuttin' with the clippers

I got fire, I inhale it
I'll give five, I'm gon' sell it
It's my gift from God, he know it already
As long as I'm alive I'm gon' sell it

Cut out the noose, got accustomed to digit's
Got a crater in my heart
'cause I hate fake bitches
I stay schemin' and the paint steady leakin'
Lot a niggas claim they broke
They only want what you're eatin'
Tryna get them bitches sold
Tryin' not to up the heater
Had to use an extension cord
Plug it up next door
Comin' up from the cold, then I keep askin'
Let these hoes know a leaky
Nigga have them sinkin'

Paint only thing keepin' me out the precinct
All these bars on me
I am trapped in the meaning
Know they tryna find me
I'mma leave these bitches fiending
Get relentless of the price
I'mma work it like a demon
Gone in a jiffy but I ain't speedin'
Got the pack on me, bitch, don't mistreat me
Hit hoe, who's first? I smoke the vegan
Then I'm tryna stay, bae, play with me
Get deleted

I got fire, I inhale it
I'll give five, I'm gon' sell it
It's my gift from God, he know it already
As long as I'm alive I'm gon' sell it

Bitch, my heart hurtin' 'cause it's
Burstin' off the chronic
And this bitch boomin' like her booty bionic
All I wanna do is get money, in abundance
Off whippin' these paintings and get
Some money to my momma
Get some shit for my nephew so he be stylin'
All these bitches bustin' on his
Dick like it nothin'
Beat beat a chain, bruiser bug, get the game
The ZGTO boys switch the style like a crane
Got her body movin', yeah
We call it Soul Train
Got her body movin' like she on cocaine
Phone blowin' up like it's on some butane

ZGTO boys, hoe say the whole name
ZGTO boys, the hoe say the whole name
ZGTO boys, the hoe say the whole name
ZGTO boys, the hoe say the whole name
ZGTO boys, the hoe say the whole name

I got fire, I inhale it
I'll give five, I'm gon' sell it
It's my gift from God, he know it already
As long as I'm alive I'm gon' sell it
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Whippin' out the glad, got the shotty
No pistol
When you gettin' money errybody got a issue
Niggas on they menstrual, bitch
I'm grindin' on my grizzle
And the way I make the piece
Make this shit look simple
Whippin' out the glad, got the shotty
No pistol
When you gettin' money errybody got a issue
Niggas on they menstrual, bitch
I'm grindin' on my grizzle
And the way I whip the piece
Make this shit look simple
Plays out the fiddle
Whip 'em then I ship 'em

Beat the pussy up, that's no incidentals
Used to wear Chuck Taylors when I had little
Now I rock Y3, put the rappers in the skittle
Playin' with the money like
Monkey in the middle
And I'm tryna get this paper for
A crib in an igloo hard on the hoe
I make the bitch look brittle
Bitch'll smoke it on the fire
Hotboxin' in the kennel
The way I look, the way I style
They think I'm on my mental

Baby, I ain't on em', I am out this dimension
F*ck the hoe, forget her like I got dementia
But, if the pussy good
Make a memo to remember
Don't talk to her if I don't wanna offend her
Next thing I know
The bitch stay coppin' then she spendin'
She know I'm from the way, like that
I'm eccentric
In the kitchen, backin' up trees
Cuttin' with the clippers

I got fire, I inhale it
I'll give five, I'm gon' sell it
It's my gift from God, he know it already
As long as I'm alive I'm gon' sell it

Cut out the noose, got accustomed to digit's
Got a crater in my heart
'cause I hate fake bitches
I stay schemin' and the paint steady leakin'
Lot a niggas claim they broke
They only want what you're eatin'
Tryna get them bitches sold
Tryin' not to up the heater
Had to use an extension cord
Plug it up next door
Comin' up from the cold, then I keep askin'
Let these hoes know a leaky
Nigga have them sinkin'

Paint only thing keepin' me out the precinct
All these bars on me
I am trapped in the meaning
Know they tryna find me
I'mma leave these bitches fiending
Get relentless of the price
I'mma work it like a demon
Gone in a jiffy but I ain't speedin'
Got the pack on me, bitch, don't mistreat me
Hit hoe, who's first? I smoke the vegan
Then I'm tryna stay, bae, play with me
Get deleted

I got fire, I inhale it
I'll give five, I'm gon' sell it
It's my gift from God, he know it already
As long as I'm alive I'm gon' sell it

Bitch, my heart hurtin' 'cause it's
Burstin' off the chronic
And this bitch boomin' like her booty bionic
All I wanna do is get money, in abundance
Off whippin' these paintings and get
Some money to my momma
Get some shit for my nephew so he be stylin'
All these bitches bustin' on his
Dick like it nothin'
Beat beat a chain, bruiser bug, get the game
The ZGTO boys switch the style like a crane
Got her body movin', yeah
We call it Soul Train
Got her body movin' like she on cocaine
Phone blowin' up like it's on some butane

ZGTO boys, hoe say the whole name
ZGTO boys, the hoe say the whole name
ZGTO boys, the hoe say the whole name
ZGTO boys, the hoe say the whole name
ZGTO boys, the hoe say the whole name

I got fire, I inhale it
I'll give five, I'm gon' sell it
It's my gift from God, he know it already
As long as I'm alive I'm gon' sell it
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Writer: Walter Moszel Williams, Zachary Shigeto Saginaw
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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