Whack Ya lyrics

by

Desire (Rapper)


[Chorus]
Im in the black maybach
Sippin drank this ain't no yack
Big clips it look like a [?]
And them gunnas get paid to whack ya
Up in that jeep, yeah we finna track him
Spot his head then we finna crack him
Don't f*ck with these n*ggas I must be a cracker
Drop down on his ass im faster
[?] I'll turn this b*tch to a disaster
Knock him down now his daughter a bast*rd
Draco yellow tip b*tch dis a hazard
All the racks my b*tch so flattered
[?] with a ten piece on me
In my whip, just killed his homie
[?] in case he try to rob me
b*tch its gonna be a homicide

[Verse]
ARP get to [?] you, you, you , tryna [?] down on your body
Highest in the f*cking room, room, room, b*tch im so high like a rocket
Im just thuggin up in H town sippin juice, b*tch you know how im rockin
Yeah, that money ain't stoppin
Big Glocks, big Glocks, big rocks in my watch, sippin good drop
Can't wait to beat this case, man I swear to God all my n*ggas finna ball
Man I love the E-way, hit the mall put the whip in valet
Tryna find out where he stay, tryna have them gunnas hunt where you lay
Yeah lil n*gga [?] it straight
I ain't wanna clean my house so I called a maid
n*gga is a renegade
It ain't really no beef, I just wanna fade
Walked down on his sh*t, stand over the b*tch, hit him all in his face
Yeah lil n*gga f*ck the case, f*ck the case b*tch, yeah ima do the race
[Chorus]
Im in the black maybach
Sippin drank this ain't no yack
Big clips it look like a [?]
And them gunnas get paid to whack ya
Up in that jeep, yeah we finna track him
Spot his head then we finna crack him
Don't f*ck with these n*ggas I must be a cracker
Drop down on his ass im faster
[?] I'll turn this b*tch to a disaster
Knock him down now his daughter a bast*rd
Draco yellow tip b*tch dis a hazard
All the racks my b*tch so flattered
[?] with a ten piece on me
In my whip, just killed his homie
[?] in case he try to rob me
b*tch its gonna be a homicide

[Verse]
ARP get to [?] you, you, you , tryna [?] down on your body
Highest in the f*cking room, room, room, b*tch im so high like a rocket
Im just thuggin up in H town sippin juice, b*tch you know how im rockin
Yeah, that money ain't stoppin
Big Glocks, big Glocks, big rocks in my watch, sippin good drop
Can't wait to beat this case, man I swear to God all my n*ggas finna ball
Man I love the E-way, hit the mall put the whip in valet
Tryna find out where he stay, tryna have them gunnas hunt where you lay
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