StanWill - Crash The Whip lyrics

Yeah, huh, yeah
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's
On every song, huh
(Vinxia)
Real ShittyBoy shit, she gon' fuck 'cause
The ShittyBoyz lit, know that though, yeah

Shopping with no limit's, if I want it
Then I'm snatching it they know I got money
So these bitches fucking 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 shit
Dior on my body, not the average drip
Seven hunnid horses, finna crash the whip
Mr leave the Function with the Baddest Bitch
Think we finna knuckle up? Oh
Let me flash the blick

Seven hunnid on my torso
But a thousand on my snеaks
If I pull up kitty-kat
I know this bitch 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, bitch, we pulling up the fastest
The buffy thangs mirror tint with
Tron pushing up his glasses
Give a bitch the sniff
But they know Hutchy did the ice
Tripping at the set
Don't give a fuck about a price
Big Balenciaga's
Give a fuck about some Mike's
We gon' blitz before the play
Don't give a fuck about a hike
Down, set, shit, fuck, like yeah, bitch
We on it
Big Drac', bitch 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"
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
That's on every verse
Sick as fuck, 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 fucking DSM, my babies very turnt
Bet' not say that shit on sight
'cause every AR got a sight
Lil' bougie model hoes the only
Bitches that I like every fit you see me in
You know it cost at least a pint
(Dumbass, haha, ShittyBoyz)

Shopping with no limit's, if I want it
Then I'm snatching it they know I got money
So these bitches fucking 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 shit
Dior on my body, not the average drip
Seven hunnid horses, finna crash the whip
Mr leave the Function with the Baddest Bitch
Think we finna knuckle up? Oh
Let me flash the blick

Yeah, real ShittyBoy shit, man
She gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz lit
Now, I ain't even gotta say too much
You feel me? Haha