LilCJ Kasino - Whitney & Bobby lyrics

Ay ay ay (Samurai)
Planet of the ape shit nigga
Y'all know what the fuck going on

Don't wanna talk 'less it's 'bout a deposit
We handle our business don't
Speak on them body
I probably got 'bout a mil in my closet
I really go fuck on the ma for a hobby
Dressing all black like Batman and go robbing
The last nigga tried me we smoke him like?
Takedown the plug nigga thought
We was shopping my young nigga itching to
Knock off your noggin
Came from the hood serving Whitney and Bobby
You can't trust him 'cause
That young nigga grimey
I'm still on the block
Like a defensive lineman
That fuck nigga lying if he
Say he can't find me


Run up them racks and go cash out on diamonds
Ain't wasting no time
I wanna bust down my time piece
I hit the trap with that pack
Now that young nigga pockets
Be filled up with paper like bonders
(Drip, Ooh-wee)

I'm really breaking these bitches for million
I'm not sure if this year
I might make a billion (Mhm)
I'm overseas with a bitch that's Brazillian
I'm still ditchin feds can't
Catch me I'm brilliant (Mhm)
I just went bought me some jewelry
Three pieces
That was a cool million I ain't even feel it
Who made these bitch niggas
Flyer than Huston? (Ooh shit)
Can't ride in your car (Again)
Can't fuck with your broads (Again)
Ain't no posting up at the
Store with your dogs (Again)
Splash up and shoot y'all (Again)
It don't matter what hood you at imma call
(Again) we hitting through walls (Again)
Ain't no waving white flags boy we gon' ball
(Again) we waiting on y'all (To spin)

We got too many chops
Try to slide on this block
A fuck nigga gon' die nine times out of ten
I'm still in the pot nigga whipping up jock
We mixing and cooking up fish with no fins
We got about a hundred 'sum
Shots in this Benz
Nigga play with my money I'm dropping my kins
The fuck was you thinking boy you will get
Wrapped like a mummy for all the
'lil guap in my pants
That young nigga popping
Ain't need no advance
These lil niggas copy me like they my kids
You don't get no dollars so
Make it make sense
Got everybody rocking with us who make trends
I'm sipping on wock and no tris
I know I got all my opp niggas pissed
That young nigga ball like he
Play for the Knicks
He be passing the ball and be making assists

Don't wanna talk 'less it's 'bout a deposit
We handle our business don't
Speak on them body
I probably got 'bout a mil in my closet
I really go fuck on? for a hobby
Dressing all black like Batman and go robbing
The last nigga tried me we smoke him like?
Takedown the plug nigga thought
We was shopping my young nigga itching to
Knock off your noggin
Came from the hood serving Whitney and Bobby
You can't trust him 'cause
That young nigga grimey
I'm still on the block
Like a defensive lineman
That fuck nigga lying if he
Say he can't find me
Run up them racks and go cash out on diamonds
Ain't wasting no time
I wanna bust down my time
I hit the trap with that pack
Now that young nigga pockets
Be filled up with paper like bonders
(Drip, Ooh-wee)

Just got a AR15

Take this shit to the moon bitch we going far
? I got the judge just like Law and Order
Used to hold up that rock
Just like Shawn Carter
In that stingray like I put my car in water
(Skrtt) i call the plays, I'm the godfather
I make them lil niggas
Slide like this hardball
Swing that stick just like a bat
Got no less than fifty when I'm in that?
? I've been pressure big steppa like Shaq
Let that cutter speak out a accent
We don't kick shit on a accident
Dance with my stick like I'm African
All this ice on me bitch I'm a avalanche

Don't wanna talk 'less it's 'bout a deposit
We handle our business don't
Speak on them body
I probably got 'bout a mil in my closet
I really go fuck on? for a hobby
Dressing all black like Batman and go robbing
The last nigga tried me we smoke him like?
Takedown the plug nigga thought
We was shopping my young nigga itching to
Knock off your noggin
Came from the hood serving Whitney and Bobby
You can't trust him 'cause
That young nigga grimey
I'm still on the block
Like a defensive lineman
That fuck nigga lying if he
Say he can't find me
Run up them racks and go cash out on diamonds
Ain't wasting no time
I wanna bust down my time piece
I hit the trap with that pack
Now that young nigga pockets
Be filled up with paper like bonders
(Drip, Ooh-wee)