- [Man] Whipalo ♪ Oh my goodness ♪ ♪ Oh my goodness CT ♪ ♪ If we locked in, ain't no switchin' up ♪ ♪ Brodie came home, went to pick him up ♪ ♪ Nigga killed my mans, I'm
ridin' with a picture of him ♪ ♪ Shoot back to the crib,
went to pick the switches up ♪ ♪ Stolen Trackhawk, got it tinted up ♪ ♪ Caught him outside, now he in a blunt ♪ ♪ Ain't no fallin' off, I done
put two million up, nigga ♪ ♪ Ain't no fallin' off, I
done put two million up ♪ ♪ Catch his ass at the light
like Tupac and hit him up ♪ ♪ Ain't no life after death,
nigga, you ain't big enough ♪ ♪ Know them youngins mean business ♪ ♪ When they in that rental truck ♪ ♪ They gon' spin 'til they dizzy
or the police pick 'em up ♪ ♪ I been stayin' out the way,
I been focused on this pape' ♪ ♪ Killers comin' out retirement
the day a nigga play ♪ ♪ Hit your mans with a package,
he don't pay, I make him pay ♪ ♪ I could stop sellin'
all this shit today ♪ ♪ With what I made today ♪ ♪ Niggas probably won't admit
it, but I paved the way ♪ ♪ Who else you know made
all those millions ♪ ♪ And ain't sign no papers ♪ ♪ Did my time like a gangster,
never made a statement ♪ ♪ It's fuck niggas like I'm racist ♪ ♪ Niggas wasn't there when we
was rappin' in the basement ♪ ♪ They was throwin' parties ♪ ♪ We was cookin' crack and shavin' ♪ ♪ Hit your house party,
fuck it up, we misbehavin' ♪ ♪ Gotta keep an eye on my
nigga Slim 'cause he shady ♪ ♪ Take it out the water, let
it dry, put it on a ruler ♪ ♪ He ain't know what he was
doin', I had to school him ♪ ♪ Teach you how to turn a half
to a whole one, I'm a tutor ♪ ♪ Have you jumpin' out a foreign ♪ ♪ Pockets filled with all blue ones ♪ ♪ Thirty in the glizzy, bitch,
I'm ridin' with a cougar ♪ ♪ Red and green Gucci sweater
on just like Freddy Krueger ♪ ♪ Everybody 'round me family,
nigga, we don't do recruitin' ♪ ♪ Everybody 'round me shooters ♪ ♪ Ain't no tellin' who was shootin' ♪ ♪ Tell promoters book me, we
gon' come and make a movie ♪ ♪ All my friends dead, got
me ridin' with this Uzi ♪ ♪ Got some niggas in the feds,
got some niggas in the state ♪ ♪ Got some niggas goin' in,
got some niggas on the way ♪ ♪ Told Brodie take the plea,
live to fight another day ♪ ♪ Went to trial and he lost
and they gave him all day ♪ ♪ Collect call, pick it up ♪ ♪ Feel him smilin' through the phone ♪ ♪ Told me keep my feet
on these niggas' neck ♪ ♪ 'Til he come home ♪ ♪ You know it's on ♪ ♪ If we locked in, ain't no switchin' up ♪ ♪ Brodie came home, went to pick him up ♪ ♪ Nigga killed my mans, I'm
ridin' with a picture of him ♪ ♪ Shoot back to the crib,
went to pick the switches up ♪ ♪ Stolen Trackhawk, got it tinted up ♪ ♪ Caught him outside, now he in a blunt ♪ ♪ Ain't no fallin' off, I done
put two million up, nigga ♪ ♪ Ain't no fallin' off, I
done put two million up ♪
