Whip Appeal (feat. P2theLA)

White Brick Mob

Brick Squad, White Girl Mob

Brick Squad, White Girl Mob

White Brick Mob, bitches

Why we gotta kill shit?

Me and Gucci talking real shit

Cars on top of cars

I'ma call it whip appeal, bitch

Whip appeal, bitch

Whip appeal, bitch

Cars on top of cars

I'ma call it whip appeal, bitch

No, I'm not a scholar

I'm drinking out the bottle

Only fuck with models

If she ain't dead fine

Then there ain't no need to holler

Yeah, I'm a baller

My swag through the roof

And your girlfriend is the truth

We got a room at the Ramada

She don't want to be bothered

You callin' like a father

You actin' like a toddler

You need a role model

I'm Polo with the Prada

I'm balling on you, niggas

Like a Harlem Glodetrotter

I'm walking with a waddle

You make believe niggas Harry Potter

Amigo friends might recommend

The whole enchilada

Your girlfriend is a quitter

You should spit or you saliva

I'm Gucci Mane, the mobster

Not a joker, not a blogger

Why we gotta kill shit?

Me and Gucci talking real shit

Cars on top of cars

I'ma call it whip appeal, bitch

Whip appeal, bitch

Whip appeal, bitch

Cars on top of cars

I'ma call it whip appeal, bitch

Gucci let's get 'em

Got that AR chopper

Come through the front door

Left them at the doctor

Now we up a hundred more bands

That's proper

No need for a preacher

Pray to me, I'll be your father

Hide the young ones

'Cause I'm coming for your daughter

If you ain't selling pussy

I ain't gon' bother

Got a pornstar, a ho

And a model

In the club we do big shit

Pop a hundred bottles

We gettin' hoes wet

They gon' need goggles

They said get that gas

So I'm on that full throttle

If I had a dick

Then I'd tell that bitch to swallow

Thirty in my clip

And I'm letting out hallows

Why we gotta kill shit?

Me and Gucci talking real shit

Cars on top of cars

I'ma call it whip appeal, bitch

Whip appeal, bitch

Whip appeal, bitch

Cars on top of cars

I'ma call it whip appeal, bitch

LA Raiders

Bo Jackson

Making love to the money

Oh, I'm so passionate

Hood stripes, Chuck Taylors, low khakis

Scraping in that new V looking V-Nasty

Selling snow in the winter, I ain't cold yet

That's why I'm an OG and I ain't old yet

South Central Murder Dubs, Killer California

Bend the wrong corner

You'll be sicker than pneumonia

Police told me to freeze

And my watch to chill

Whip the work into a SLS Whip Appeal

Powder so fresh, I had to break the seal

96 and Wall Street, shit gets real

Why we gotta kill shit?

Me and Gucci talking real shit

Cars on top of cars

I'ma call it whip appeal, bitch

Whip appeal, bitch

Whip appeal, bitch

Cars on top of cars

I'ma call it whip appeal, bitch