Whips lyrics - Ces Cru

[Verse 1 - Godemis:]

I'm footloose, y'all be like "Damn"

Maintain with the right lane

Y'all ain't do it like Strange, finna burn y'all when the light change

I'm ski skirtin' gettin' small and I'm in a straight line on my jackshift

Tryin' shake haters on my playmaker blackin' out in oncoming traffic

Just imagine if, the frame was a little bit lighter considering jag lift

I could prolly clear a row of buses on you motherfuckers for trying to nab with

Don't get mad bitch, better jet son

Wanna bad bitch? Go and get one

I'm that quick, suck a fat dick

Wanna rap up, need to get done

Suck it, I enter I might rip

Burnin' this rubber I might slip

Strugglin' tryn'a get my grip

Doin' 80 right over this white strips

With the pedalin' motorin' goin' and so when I run it, then I'ma just fly out the whip

If you ain't numero uno you ass and prolly don't do it like I do it

Go

[Verse 2 - Ubiquitous:]

Yo, if you can't hang y'all that's peace

See I B.Y.O.B

I bang y'all on beats, and I bet your backyard obese, bitch

Better believe I'm bombastic, bro know that my ball that big

Y'all fabric, fabricated in a fabergé egg sack shit

In a nutshell y'all cornballs, that's corny nuts y'all done warmed up

Snatchin' out on this bad traffic, I'm an asshole and my horn's stuck

I switched lanes, like Rittz came

In the backseat with a stick mane

I'm an athlete, y'all are Mitch Bade and yo bitch came with a Ixnay

Uh, let me explain, got a sick brain, I was born nuts

Now, who's the master? The Sho Nuff

Ask J, yo you know it ain't no hold up (Ay!)

You don't have to answer, the fact is you can't survive the standard

Don't act as if, I ain't had your bitch

Holdin' me close like I'm a tiny dancer (Ah)

Now back on the highway, countin' these headlights, get ya head right

I stand by, y'all out the car on the side of the street gettin' read ya rights

I see y'all stuck goin' round and around and around the back

I secure the trophy, count 'em out, Beverly Hills down and out