​arpsweatpants – WHIP

Letra “​arpsweatpants – WHIP” Official Lyrics


Intro

We love twocup-


Chorus: Emmanuel

I bought a stick, I ain’t tryna fight
Drop two racks, yes, I’m sly
Call up the gang told them we some pipes
World War, they’re gonna take your life
Bringing the tool, I got the ranch
Kicking his door, he hoppin’ the fence
I’m making racks, making common sense
Why you mess like it’s common sins?
I bought a stick, I ain’t tryna fight
Drop two racks, yes, I’m sly
Call up the gang told them we some pipes
World War, they’re gonna take your life
Bringing the tool, I got the ranch
Kicking his door, he hoppin’ the fence
I’m making racks, making common sense
Why you mess like it’s common sins?
You keep talkin’, thеn you must want to die
Shot a gay ‘cause he keep blowing guys
Run up on mе, you gonna need your eyes
Run up on me, you gonna need your eyes
Agh!


Verse: arpsweatpants

Whip (Whip), whip (Whip)
I’m in the trap and you know I just whip
You can’t find a way, you gonna need you a quilt
LSD bitch, I never could trip
I say it sincerely, my name is Kentrell
I’m high off this
?
, you could never could tell
If I see an opp I’ma-
If I see an opp, I’ma send them to hell
Uh, I feel like Nav, I’m getting myself
If I see an opp, I’ma send them to hell
If I see an opp, I’ma kill them myself
I used to have friends, but nobody helped
I did it alone, with nobody help
He tryna go trip, but he finally fell
I didn’t even kill him, I die with the shells
I whip it up like oh, I whip it up like, yeah
I never been lackin’ a skill
I’m the coke, can’t anybody can compare
You can’t walk in my shoes by the pair
I keep a Mac like Apple, no pear
Macaroni, I be noodles
Scratching him out like DoodleBob, that boy a doodle


Chorus: Emmanuel

I bought a stick, I ain’t tryna fight
Drop two racks, yes, I’m sly
Call up the gang told them we some pipes
World War, they’re gonna take your life
Bringing the tool, I got the ranch
Kicking his door, he hoppin’ the fence
I’m making racks, making common sense
Why you mess like it’s common sins?
I bought a stick, I ain’t tryna fight
Drop two racks, yes, I’m sly
Call up the gang told them we some pipes
World War, they’re gonna take your life
Bringing the tool, I got the ranch
Kicking his door, he hoppin’ the fence
I’m making racks, making common sense
Why you mess like it’s common sins?
You keep talkin’, then you must want to die
Shot a gay ‘cause he keep blowing guys
Run up on me, you gonna need your eyes
Run up on me, you gonna need your eyes
Agh!

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