Prompt / Lyrics
bitch I treat the whip just like im racing in an F1 pulling off the lot you can’t even get a test run hold up what was that? I thought a broke boy said sum they be sending shots but my armour made of Teflon say you got it now little homie that won’t last long bitch I’m doing what I do dont give a fuck it makes me wrong get up in the booth like every day and im just making songs yeah bitch I got that drip you know I mix and match we blowing on that cabbage patch where the fuck you at? I ain’t hanging with no 69s you a rat you don’t even know a fuckin thing about the trap I’m like bitch quit actin I swear to god they cappin mothafuckas talking all that shit but I’m just laughing want it then I get bitch I don’t do askin if you want the smoke then I’m ready I’m bout that action and I’m pistol packin pull up with switches it’s automatic came to fuck the game up got it feeling so pornographic mothafuckas talking that shit and I fuckin had it 1998 that’s the year that I was established make em vanish no need to panic and if you try me then im swinging like a fuckin hammock yeah bitch I been a juggernaut came to cause damage mothafuckas sleepin let em hibernate the driver got the right away big ass scope on the rifle hit your ass from far away like im deer huntin mothafuckas been frontin this is a new age, new game that we runnin boutta takeover this bitch we comin bullets hit his dome and turn his brains into jelly if my friends fuck me over then im turning into melly murder on my mind red bottoms how I’m steppin all I feel is rage and it started from my depression so I’m creeping lurkin looking for a target at my discretion hit the lick and flee the scene and then I throw away the weapon where I’m from all we know is gang bangin being reckless where you can lose your life over the diamonds on your necklace bitch I treat the whip just like im racing in an F1 pulling off the lot you can’t even get a test run once I set a goal I complete it then I go make another and I run it With my brothers we made it right out the gutter I be flying rounds my opps shooting shots from the chopper gunner like an A C 130 we heating up it’s a long summer bitch we doing numbers and putting em down under I been balling on these rappers like the O K C thunder it’s a wonder how I do this shit the moves I make are lucrative I kill a rapper then go on the run a wanted fugitive bitch I’m deadly and ready and moving stealthy grab the ammo I got plenty you know that we gettin wealthy the gang in all black like we seal team 6 cock it back let it blast on yo ass won’t miss 6 feet deep go to sleep when it rips red dot with the grip and extended the clip stay ten toes down mothafucka don’t slip bitch I treat the whip just like im racing in an F1 pulling off the lot you can’t even get a test run
Tags
Trap, west coast gangster rap, bouncy melodic beat, heavy thumping 808s. Two male vocalist
Duration
2:41
Instrumental
No
Created
12/12/2025