Story Behind The Song
This record was inspired by Black Rob's whoa, a 90's Bad Boy Records recording artist who charted in the late 90s.
| Song Length |
2:41 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop, Rap - Hip Hop |
| Tempo |
Multiple Tempos |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Aggressive, Content |
Subject |
Crime, Theft, Energy |
| Similar Artists |
Young Jeezy, Jay-Z |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
[Hook]
Whipping in the projects whoa
Fire on the stove nigga whoa
I had to get it off nigga whoa
Fucking wit a boss nigga whoa
Pocket full of salt nigga whoa
I ain't never seen these niggas not before
My niggas like dough, light dro, nice flow, nitro
I shine, we glow
Whoa
[Verse 1]
Hop up in the murder van with killer man
Ride the around the city with the gas can whoa
Call my nigga Jimmy nigga tell him chirp Richey
Mitch got that killer killer knap sack busy
I be in Charlotte dealer with my nigga Fuji
And my nigga Bizzy, Push E, Young Easy
Bye Felisa, why Felisa smoking up a TV
Dub sold crack, when flow sold CD's
Whoa
[Hook]
Whipping in the projects whoa
Fire on the stove nigga whoa
I had to get it off nigga whoa
Fucking wit a boss nigga whoa
Pocket full of salt nigga whoa
I ain't never seen these niggas not before
My niggas like dough, light dro, nice flow, nitro
I shine, we glow
Whoa
[Verse 2]
Dabbing on a nigga Cam Newt
Niggas talk killer can't shoot
Cuzo have a nigga kidnapped if he say so (Word)
Get a nigga missing for a peso (Word)
Tell a nigga try me, nigga Dej Loaf (Word)
Riding in the box chevy boxed in
Charlotte's favorite rapper I'mma top 10
Crime in the city at a high end
Young nigga got the wave like he grew fins
Neck full of gold and some gold rims
Stop playing with me nigga you or not an equal, not my people
If I take the heater and press ya
I'll probably get a kudos from my niggas in the city get ya blown off nigga walk careful
(Yea, yeah)
Fat nigga flex on a trap beat
I don't pull a muscle at the track meet
I just whip water like a surf shop
Lil' bit of water make it sho lock
Told my nigga J.B. (Huh)
We ain't never played J.V. (Right)
Always kept our hands dirty (Huh)
We ain't never had a hand clean
Still whipping in my mama Z bruh like a hometown legend with the zans
Hop out with some skinny jeans and some vans
I'm Drake in my city wit a draco
Ride around the beating wit the bass low
And the tires on the whip cold (Yea, yeah, yea)
[Hook]
Whipping in the projects whoa
Fire on the stove nigga whoa
I had to get it off nigga whoa
Fucking wit a boss nigga whoa
Pocket full of salt nigga whoa
I ain't never seen these niggas not before
My niggas like dough, light dro, nice flow, nitro
I shine, we glow
Whoa