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Young Thug - Whippin It Lyrics

[Intro: BSlime]
(Hahaha, it's Razy)
Yeah, ayy, yeah
(Babyg is here, let's go!)

[Chorus: BSlime & Young Thug]
I was just whippin' a Benz, that's that bully fucker
I just fucked her, fucked her friend, that was undercover (Woo)
I just told you once again I'm that motherfucker
This Celine, not Cartier lens, with a Gucci sweater
Shit, whippin' it, whip out the pot, I'm tryna whippin' it better
He a pussy pyat, crack 'em like he kettle
I just made him flee out, sing like Omeretta (Yeah)
Diamond dancin' and they danglin' with all bezels (Woo)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
All this fuckin' ice I'm rockin', need some kinda sweaters
I just pulled a coat out the garage and it was Margiela
Lil' bitty bitch, go ask your daddy I'm the trendsetter
I just told the bank, "Don't look inside none of my kids treasures"
Oxycontin make a nigga barely walk
Hundred-fifty for my mouth, now I can barely talk (Woo)
Thank you, I just took a picture in the backyard (Woo)
Thank you, I just fucked your sister in the same car
Shit, whippin' it, whip out the can, I'm kickin' my shit, Liu Kang
I told 'em if you want you a chain, you gotta go (Gotta go, bow)
She told me, "Daddy, finger my pussy when you wear your rings"
I like how it sound when it clang, you pullin' it out, it's a whole lotta stains
[Chorus: BSlime & Young Thug]
I was just whippin' a Benz, that's that bully fucker
I just fucked her, fucked her friend, that was undercover (Woo)
I just told you once again I'm that motherfucker
This Celine, not Cartier lens, with a Gucci sweater
Shit, whippin' it, whip out the pot, I'm tryna whippin' it better
He a pussy pyat, crack 'em like he kettle
I just made him flee out, sing like Omeretta (Yeah)
Diamond dancin' and they danglin' with all bezels (Woo)

[Verse 2: BSlime]
Cartier all on my bitch, I fucked her on a Perc'
Tossed that ho like I was Kaepernick and I asked 'em, "What's it worth?"
Rock real diamonds, ain't no cappin', yeah, we finna start a purge
Put 'em up and knock 'em down, we put they ass right in the dirt
Drippin' in that AMG 63 Benz
I cut ties with all them losers, told 'em, "I don't need friends"
Safe to say I'm havin' money, why these niggas hatin'?
Raidin', playpen, knock 'em down, they layin', yeah
Shit, I was just whippin' a Lamb', I came straight outta the trenches (On god)
Had the ambition to get it, but I had to whip it right out of the skillet (Woo)
All I know is to go get it, I came out the trenches, I'm one of the realest
I got pulled over by twelve, he wiggin', he had let up on a ticket (Pussy)

[Chorus: BSlime & Young Thug]
I was just whippin' a Benz, that's that bully fucker
I just fucked her, fucked her friend, that was undercover (Woo)
I just told you once again I'm that motherfucker
This Celine, not Cartier lens, with a Gucci sweater
Shit, whippin' it, whip out the pot, I'm tryna whippin' it better
He a pussy pyat, crack 'em like he kettle
I just made him flee out, sing like Omeretta (Yeah)
Diamond dancin' and they danglin' with all bezels (Woo)