Whip - French Montana, Soulja Boy, 2 Chainz

Yeah

Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand

They really wanna keep us outside

'Cause you know we go way too live

Whippin' again, whippin' and whippin' and whippin' again, yeah

Back at again, back at it, back at it, back at again

All winter, all summer

Range Rovers and black Hummers

Ain’t go dumb, I went dumber

When it go down, don’t go under (Yeah)

Whippin' again, whippin' and whippin' and whippin' again, yeah

Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again

All winter, all summer

Range Rovers and black Hummers

Ain’t go dumb, I went dumber

When it go down, don’t go under

Sell a bird, KFC (Bird)

And it was twenty LLC’s (Yeah)

«Alexa, play,» who played me?

(Me)

Just made a mil' like Meek (Alright)

Pick a side, no in-between

Roll an L with the winning team

She a king like Billie Jean (Billie)

I want smoke, yeah, nicotine (Smoke)

Is you finer than Fashion Nova?

I wanna really see what’s in them jeans

Is that a lace front real hair extension, or it’s just a quick weave?

(What?)

I’m 'bout the S with the lines through 'em

Partition with the blinds pulled

Had a deal on the table from Arm & Hammer, I was gon' sign to 'em

Yeah

Back at it again, whippin' again, once again, yeah (Yeah)

Out on the East, park up the Benz on the sand, yeah (Yeah)

Skrrt off the block, hittin' your crib, no advance, yeah (Yeah)

Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants

Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand

While we throw bands in, while we throw bands up

They really wanna keep us outside (Outside)

'Cause you know we go way too live (Too live)

Too turnt up for your club (Too turnt up)

4 AM, ain’t fucked up

GLE, 63 Benz

Yeah, it really depends (Yeah)

Yeah, I’m covered, I’m drenched

Wet floor signs, hope you don’t slip (Slip)

Yeah, my homie a Crip (Woo)

Seafood and you is a shrimp (Damn)

Money tall, you gon' need stilts (Tall)

Rap or Go to the League blimp, uh

Hit a home run off a bunt, yeah (Out of here)

She do whatever I want, yeah

I had the Maybach for five years

I still never sat in the front, yeah

I bought her designer, lil' mama, I’m proud of her

She got a body, pick her out a lineup

She ever leave me, I’m comin' to find her

Whip in the kitchen like chef at Katanas

Yeah

Back at it again, whippin' again, once again, yeah (Whip it, whip)

Out on the East, park up the Benz on the sand, yeah (Yeah)

Skrrt off the block, hittin' your crib, no advance, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants

Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand (Do it, do it)

While we throw bands in, while we throw bands up

They really wanna keep us outside

'Cause you know we go way too live (Yeah)

Too turnt up for your club

4 AM, ain’t fucked up (Yeah)

Whippin' again, whippin' and whippin' and whippin' again, yeah

Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again

All winter, all summer

Range Rovers and black Hummers

Ain’t go dumb, I went dumber

When it go down, don’t go under

Whippin' again, whippin' and whippin' and whippin' again, yeah

Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again

All winter, all summer

Range Rovers and black Hummers

Ain’t go dumb, I went dumber

When it go down, don’t go under