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What-- Whatchu 'bout to get? Where’s the whip? Oh, that shit got stolen Send me on the trip Mom want cigs and some Pepsi cola Leave without no kids, should be pissed 'Cause the world much colder when I was a kid My eyelids is slowly starting to open Whatchu 'bout to get? Where’s the whip? Oh, that shit got stolen Send me on the trip Mom want cigs and some Pepsi cola Leave without no kids, should be pissed 'Cause the world much colder when I was a kid My eyelids is slowly starting to open Life a bitch, you keep asking why I'm making fun of us Cold world, baby, cuddle up Whole world finna fuck with us I've been running much, I'm in the bucket drunk Like, I know you heard I'm on the cusp or summin' Yeah, they got a thang young as us, baby Hold your breath when the tunnel come Well, not yet, I Can't remember shit, tell the truth so won’t have to Letras de cancionesHands ain’t meant for shit but breaking grams All the shaking hands been a hassle Willy-nilly with the trust Now, I never put it past you Silly children from the bus Come and take it, never ask you Al-aloe Vera with a ounce of Mary Agitating all my adversaries Ooh, now she want it Ooh, now she married I remember heard amounts is varied Whenever I'm on, burnt the bounty, baby Perpetually gone, those around me crazy If I step in that bitch, you can count on payment Take what’s left of your slits right around my gang And they gon' ask me, like Travy Whatchu 'bout to get? Where's the whip? Oh, that shit got stolen Send me on the trip Mom want cigs and some Pepsi cola Leave without no kids, should be pissed ’Cause the world much colder when I was a kid My eyelids is slowly starting to open Whatchu 'bout to get? Where's the whip? Oh, that shit got stolen Send me on the trip Mom want cigs and some Pepsi cola Leave without no kids, should be pissed 'Cause the world much colder when I was a kid My eyelids is slowly starting to open Whatchu 'bout to get? Where's the whip? Oh, that system broken You can't buy that shit I'm on 10 and all my friends is roped-in Pockets still got lint, but figure's six So, you can keep the quote Ain't got no fucks to give, but I feel bad So, I could keep you posted Cursed with the focus, slurred off the podium My girl with the three on the turns and it's your bitch And word on the street, I'm inherently doper than y'all Hey, I ain't making these calls Know we're stiff from the block Just some kids from the block that nobody would rep So, I stepped to the job And, priority uno, get bread with my dogs And I still ain't have time to drive down the next part That's it Taking a route home on my own two for the trip, uh I had a South Pole and a Old School for the drip, uh Said she need more breads, but the car dead, don't forget I'll never forget, I'll never forget, no Whatchu 'bout to get? Where's the whip? Oh, that shit got stolen Send me on the trip Mom want cigs and some Pepsi cola Leave without no kids, should be pissed 'Cause the world much colder when I was a kid My eyelids is slowly starting to open Whatchu 'bout to get? Where's the whip? Oh, that shit got stolen Send me on the trip Mom want cigs and some Pepsi cola Leave without no kids, should be pissed 'Cause the world much colder when I was a kid My eyelids is slowly starting to open From Letras Mania