Whipped

Yeah

Whipped SRTs…

Don’t fuck with me…

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Whipped SRTs, we ain't duckin' no heat

Slide with the team, all you hear is the beat

Glocks with the switch, 17s on repeat

Niggas want war, but they never in the street

Ballin’ out drip, Louis tags on the seat

Diamonds like frost, make a opp feel the heat

223s sing, put the block on delete

This that real hood life, no pause, no retreat

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Whipped SRTs, black tint, no trace

Ghost ride the whip when we slide, no face

Glock with the switch, turn a op to a case

.223s make 'em dance, no grace

Ballin’ out drip, Louis V fit laced

Neck full of VVS, flood when it hit base

He talk tough, now he duckin' that stick

Smoke in the air, better hope it don’t stick

Niggas ain't real, just cappin' for clicks

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Whipped SRTs, we ain't duckin' no heat

Slide with the team, all you hear is the beat

Glocks with the switch, 17s on repeat

Niggas want war, but they never in the street

Ballin’ out drip, Louis tags on the seat

Diamonds like frost, make a opp feel the heat

223s sing, put the block on delete

This that real hood life, no pause, no retreat

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Posted on the block, where the pain get deep

Ain’t no love, just loss and a K with a beam

Seen too much, now I barely could sleep

Shooters on call, they don’t talk, they just slide

Heart ice cold, no tears left to cry

Catch 'em at night, leave him froze where he lie

Ops get dropped, we don’t argue or tweet

Chop got a growl, make the whole crowd retreat

One in the head, keep it tucked in the seat

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Whipped SRTs, we ain't duckin' no heat

Slide with the team, all you hear is the beat

Glocks with the switch, 17s on repeat

Niggas want war, but they never in the street

Ballin’ out drip, Louis tags on the seat

Diamonds like frost, make a opp feel the heat

223s sing, put the block on delete

This that real hood life, no pause, no retreat

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Don’t fuck with me, keep a stick when I ride

Play with my name, put a drum on your side

Heart full of hate, got the devil inside

Slide with the wolves, ain't no talk when we creep

Glock with a switch, leave a opp in his sleep

Ain’t no debate when we play for the keep

Strapped every day, can't get caught by the opps

Flooded my wrist, now it look like it drops

Talk out your neck, get you outlined in chalk

Move like a ghost, only show when it’s time

Shooters on deck, turn your block to a shrine

Don’t want no smoke, better stay in your line

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Whipped SRTs, whole block on freeze

Diamonds so bright, make the darkness bleed

Don’t fuck with me, it’s a first degree

Switch on my Glock, like a symphony

Slide for my name, do it instantly

Hood full of sharks, no sympathy