Whiplash'd - Xavier Wulf

I already decided bitch that I don’t need no side kick

Pull up profiling

Pull out pro-style bitch

Every time I see her she look like she ain’t gon' ever forget

Pull up with a torch lit

These rappers can’t afford shit

Boy pull off you rented it

We laugh until we finish bitch

Hoes getting hip to it

They noticing your flaws and shit

Pull up to my crib whole pad fully furnished bitch

And I got some extra shit

Art pieces so articulate

Shawty came through asking how you make the lights like this?

Her niggas roll skimpy spliffs

I roll what all will fit in it

Ice castle magic leave your bitch in here you won’t re-get

All these rappers wack

Don’t care about features only my own shit

I only own my own shit and all my shit owned bitch

Pull up to my section

Watch the smoke replace the air in there

Why he let his girl in here?

It’s cool escort her to the rear

Dumped his ass

30 minutes later then we duck and dip

Better tuck your bitch before I make her duck and lick

They so sick of me, who?

She so sick of me, who?

She said how dare you fire that L

You ain’t pass that blunt to me

Psych I better not bitch I pass that to my

I’m smoking on some big blunts of some just for me

Nah I ain’t ever gave no fuck about the other team

You see Hollow Squad The Coffin Fleet guillotine

I pull up doing 100 to whoever like they needed me