Crash The Whip lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, huh, yeah
sh*ttyBoyz, Dog sh*t Militia, that's on every song, huh (Vinxia)
Real sh*ttyBoy sh*t, she gon' f*ck 'cause the sh*ttyBoyz lit, know that though, yeah

[Chorus]
Shopping with no limits, if I want it, then I'm snatching it
They know I got money, so these b*tches f*cking passing it
Unky like Houdini in that kitchen, he do magic tricks
Know some killers that don't hit the booth, but they be wrapping sh*t
Dior on my body, not the average drip
Seven hunnid horses, finna crash the whip
Mr. Leave the Function with the Baddest b*tch
Think we finna knuckle up? Oh, let me flash the blick

[Verse]
Seven hunnid on my torso, but a thousand on my snеaks
If I pull up kitty-kat, I know this b*tch gon' throw me cheeks
Entrée cost to strip her bеtter every time I'm out to eat
I don't do thumbing, love it when that money counter—
Popping out with fully automatics
She ain't want it on her face, I had to put it on the mattress
Hellkitty, b*tch, we pulling up the fastest
The buffy thangs mirror tint with Tron pushing up his glasses
Give a b*tch the sniff, but they know Hutchy did the ice
Tripping at the set, don't give a f*ck about a price
Big Balenciaga's, give a f*ck about some Mike's
We gon' blitz before the play, don't give a f*ck about a hike
Down, set, sh*t, f*ck, like yeah, b*tch, we on it
Big Drac', b*tch amazed like, "Yeah, let me hold it"
Big stack, all blues like, damn, you can't fold it
Talking to her while she give me head, "Damn, you the coldest"
sh*ttyBoyz, Dog sh*t Militia, that's on every verse
Sick as f*ck, my baby Virgil passed, think I got every shirt
We'll clock him out 'fore he clock in, pop up where he work
SB to the f*cking DSM, my babies very turnt
Bet' not say that sh*t on sight 'cause every AR got a sight
Lil' bougie model hoes the only b*tches that I like
Every fit you see me in, you know it cost at least a pint (Dumbass, haha, sh*ttyBoyz)
[Chorus]
Shopping with no limits, if I want it, then I'm snatching it
They know I got money, so these b*tches f*cking passing it
Unky like Houdini in that kitchen, he do magic tricks
Know some killers that don't hit the booth, but they be wrapping sh*t
Dior on my body, not the average drip
Seven hunnid horses, finna crash the whip
Mr. Leave the Function with the Baddest b*tch
Think we finna knuckle up? Oh, let me flash the blick

[Outro]
Yeah, real sh*ttyBoy sh*t, man, she gon' f*ck 'cause the sh*ttyBoyz lit
Now, I ain't even gotta say too much, you feel me? Haha