Kung Fu - Baauer, Pusha T, Future

Hey and bout that boy they bout to doubt her day

Over that girl they about to doubt it

That we fuck her til it’s good good

I got my customers in the hood hood

I got my customers in the hood hood

The dope game is my sport

Welcome to the wide world of snort

They quoting thirty-six a kilo

Nah, they wasn’t 36'ing me though

Niggas pushing thirty with thirty thousand tweets

Without thirty thousand dollars, don’t even deserve to speak, nigga

Counter-clockwise my wrist go

Counter-clockwise my wrist go

They know I got that wrist craft covered

I had a ballerina standing on her tippy toes

And when I cut my dope I’m standing on my tippy toes

Better put that work inside the pot

Cook, cook, cook, whip it up

Whip it up, whip it up

Whip it up, whip it up

Whip it up, whip it up

Whip it up, whip it, whip it

It all started from my wrist

Woo, I kept it snowing through the blitz

God, cross promoting in the fashion world

Shit I got Adidas selling bricks

Rolled to the wrist flow, popping like Crisco

We was buying Macklemore, cooked it into Klitschko

Counter-clockwise my wrist go

Counter-clockwise my wrist go

Hey and bout that boy they bout to doubt her day

Over that girl they about to doubt it

That we fuck her til it’s good good

I got my customers in the hood hood

I got my customers in the hood hood

They know I got that wrist craft covered

I had a ballerina standing on her tippy toes

And when I cut my dope I’m standing on my tippy toes

Better put that work inside the pot

Cook, cook, cook, whip it up

Whip it up, whip it up

Whip it up, whip it up

Whip it up, whip it up

Whip it up, whip it, whip it

Whip it up, whip it up

Whip it up, whip it up

Whip it up, whip it up

Whip it up, whip it, whip it