Staccato - I Said Pt 2 (Whip It Up) lyrics

[Staccato - I Said Pt 2 Whip It Up lyrics]

Fuck you doin'? Tell me
What the fuck are you doin' right there?
Staccs i said
I said i said
I said, whippin' up i said, whippin' up
Ooh, ya dig, whip it up
Ooh, I said, whip it up, gang ooh, I said
Ooh, yeah, I said

I said, whip it up whip it, whip it up, gang
Spent 50 her Gucci, no Gucci Gang
Lil' hoochie bitch lil' foolish bitch
You look a lil' clueless
My lawyer look Jewish, bitch
Walk in wit' a big ol' rack
Walk in wit' a lil' gold chain
Told that lil' boy I got big ol' stacks
Plus I ain't need no gang
Heard he got big old aim
Heard he wanna hit like kick, kick
Cake, huh, Easy Bake
I come 'round wit' that cheesecake

Said that you better off dead hoe
Sprinkle a lil' cheese on her head
Wit' a hoe
Said I'm better off by myself, hoe
This ain't even you, this for the best, hoe
Think about blue cheese every single
Day that I wake up
On top of head like a late fine
Pay my respect, never pay me in a pay-cut
Baby come put me on her face like make-up
Ooh, yeah, told that boy, "Stay up"
Every night, go to sleep, right
Before I wake up
Tell our Lord that I got up all faithful
Send it by a boat, line
Just look back wit' a sauce on A1
Sawed-off send a nigga down the next station
Steady gon' clap like a standin' ovation
Traphouse vacant, now I'm on the late shift

I said, whip it up whip it, whip it up, gang
Spent 50 her Gucci, no Gucci Gang
Lil' hoochie bitch lil' foolish bitch
You look a lil' clueless
My lawyer look Jewish, bitch
Walk in wit' a big ol' rack
Walk in wit' a lil' gold chain
Told that lil' boy I got big ol' stacks
Plus I ain't need no gang
Heard he got big old aim
Heard he wanna hit like kick, kick
Cake, huh, Easy Bake
I come 'round wit' that cheesecake

I need them racks, I'm fiendin'
Traphouse jumpin' like I got a Genie
Plug gon' give me bags smell like sardines
I got them plays, you hear my phone ringin'
Pull up, diamonds drippin' just like
Whip up the dope, stretch it like a Slinky
OG, bitch, I ain't no rinky-dinky
Get in the pot, beat it like winky
Stay wit' gas, know I'm smokin' the stinky
We got them carbon choppers and them pistols
Try to rob me
What the fuck was you thinkin'?
All of my hoes they vegan
I'm in the trap goin' nuts like a pecan
Ball on the weekdays, I trap on the weekends
Simon says
Bitches do what I say when they see me

I said, whip it up whip it, whip it up, gang
Spent 50 her Gucci, no Gucci Gang
Lil' hoochie bitch lil' foolish bitch
You look a lil' clueless
My lawyer look Jewish, bitch
Walk in wit' a big ol' rack
Walk in wit' a lil' gold chain
Told that lil' boy I got big ol' stacks
Plus I ain't need no gang
Heard he got big old aim
Heard he wanna hit like kick, kick
Cake, huh, Easy Bake
I come 'round wit' that cheesecake

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