Whippin
ZGTO Lyrics
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No pistol
When you gettin' money errybody got a issue
Niggas on they menstrual, bitch
I'm grindin' on my grizzle
And the way I make the piece
Make this shit look simple
Whippin' out the glad, got the shotty
When you gettin' money errybody got a issue
Niggas on they menstrual, bitch
I'm grindin' on my grizzle
And the way I whip the piece
Make this shit look simple
Plays out the fiddle
Whip 'em then I ship 'em
Beat the pussy up, that's no incidentals
Used to wear Chuck Taylors when I had little
Now I rock Y3, put the rappers in the skittle
Playin' with the money like
Monkey in the middle
And I'm tryna get this paper for
A crib in an igloo hard on the hoe
I make the bitch look brittle
Bitch'll smoke it on the fire
Hotboxin' in the kennel
The way I look, the way I style
They think I'm on my mental
Baby, I ain't on em', I am out this dimension
Fuck the hoe, forget her like I got dementia
But, if the pussy good
Make a memo to remember
Don't talk to her if I don't wanna offend her
Next thing I know
The bitch stay coppin' then she spendin'
She know I'm from the way, like that
I'm eccentric
In the kitchen, backin' up trees
Cuttin' with the clippers
I got fire, I inhale it
I'll give five, I'm gon' sell it
It's my gift from God, he know it already
As long as I'm alive I'm gon' sell it
Cut out the noose, got accustomed to digit's
Got a crater in my heart
'cause I hate fake bitches
I stay schemin' and the paint steady leakin'
Lot a niggas claim they broke
They only want what you're eatin'
Tryna get them bitches sold
Tryin' not to up the heater
Had to use an extension cord
Plug it up next door
Comin' up from the cold, then I keep askin'
Let these hoes know a leaky
Nigga have them sinkin'
Paint only thing keepin' me out the precinct
All these bars on me
I am trapped in the meaning
Know they tryna find me
I'mma leave these bitches fiending
Get relentless of the price
I'mma work it like a demon
Gone in a jiffy but I ain't speedin'
Got the pack on me, bitch, don't mistreat me
Hit hoe, who's first? I smoke the vegan
Then I'm tryna stay, bae, play with me
Get deleted
I got fire, I inhale it
I'll give five, I'm gon' sell it
It's my gift from God, he know it already
As long as I'm alive I'm gon' sell it
Bitch, my heart hurtin' 'cause it's
Burstin' off the chronic
And this bitch boomin' like her booty bionic
All I wanna do is get money, in abundance
Off whippin' these paintings and get
Some money to my momma
Get some shit for my nephew so he be stylin'
All these bitches bustin' on his
Dick like it nothin'
Beat beat a chain, bruiser bug, get the game
The ZGTO boys switch the style like a crane
Got her body movin', yeah
We call it Soul Train
Got her body movin' like she on cocaine
Phone blowin' up like it's on some butane
ZGTO boys, hoe say the whole name
ZGTO boys, the hoe say the whole name
ZGTO boys, the hoe say the whole name
ZGTO boys, the hoe say the whole name
ZGTO boys, the hoe say the whole name
I got fire, I inhale it
I'll give five, I'm gon' sell it
It's my gift from God, he know it already
As long as I'm alive I'm gon' sell it
The ZGTO's song Whippin' narrates the story of a person who is achieving success in their line of work, and as a consequence, he faces some opposition from others who are either jealous or tempted by the wealth he is amassing. The singer talks about working hard to acquire his pieces and make it look simple to others who may be struggling. He uses slang words and profanity to drive his point home, and the lyrics’ tone and sound may indicate that the ZGTO is a group mainly associated with hip hop or rap music.
In the first verse, the artist mentions how he is committed to his work, working hard and smart to acquire his possessions. In contrast, others are merely hating on him for his success. He says "When you gettin' money, errybody got an issue." The singer makes it clear that he doesn't use pistols but rather a shotty gun and glad, and his possession is to protect himself in his line of work. In the second verse, he talks about his past coming from humble beginnings, wearing Chuck Taylor shoes, but now he rocks Y3, indicating his success. He declares his love for money and how it drives him to work hard every day, stating that he tries to stay focused and forget about his love for new and extravagant things, such as women.
The third verse tells about his frustrations with those who are untruthful around him, saying that he hates "fake bitches." He continues to describe his life and experience using words such as "bursting off the chronic," which indicates he may use illegal drugs. The song also includes the use of the word 'hoe,' which is a derogatory term that may point to the objectification of women. Additionally, they mention "getting these paintings" in the lyrics, which could be a street term for the drug trade.
Line by Line Meaning
Whippin' out the glad, got the shotty
No pistol
I'm carrying a shotgun for protection but no pistol
When you gettin' money errybody got a issue
Niggas on they menstrual, bitch
I'm grindin' on my grizzle
And the way I make the piece
Make this shit look simple
When you start making money, everyone wants to bring you down. People act like they're on their period. I'm working hard and making it look easy
Whip 'em then I ship 'em
Beat the pussy up, that's no incidentals
Used to wear Chuck Taylors when I had little
Now I rock Y3, put the rappers in the skittle
Playin' with the money like
Monkey in the middle
And I'm tryna get this paper for
A crib in an igloo hard on the hoe
I make the bitch look brittle
Bitch'll smoke it on the fire
Hotboxin' in the kennel
The way I look, the way I style
They think I'm on my mental
I quickly get rid of people when they cause problems. I have sex aggressively and without hesitation. I used to wear cheap shoes but now I wear expensive ones. I play around with money like it's a game of monkey in the middle. I'm trying to make enough money to buy a house in a freezing cold place. I make women feel fragile. I smoke weed with them in a confined space and I look crazy to others
Baby, I ain't on em', I am out this dimension
Fuck the hoe, forget her like I got dementia
But, if the pussy good
Make a memo to remember
Don't talk to her if I don't wanna offend her
Next thing I know
The bitch stay coppin' then she spendin'
She know I'm from the way, like that
I'm eccentric
I'm not the same as other people. I forget about women easily as if I had dementia, but if the sex is good, I'll remember it. I avoid talking to women to prevent hurting their feelings. Suddenly they start buying things and spending money on me. They know I'm different from where I come from and I act peculiar
In the kitchen, backin' up trees
Cuttin' with the clippers
I got fire, I inhale it
I'll give five, I'm gon' sell it
It's my gift from God, he know it already
As long as I'm alive I'm gon' sell it
Cut out the noose, got accustomed to digit's
Got a crater in my heart
'cause I hate fake bitches
I stay schemin' and the paint steady leakin'
Lot a niggas claim they broke
They only want what you're eatin'
Tryna get them bitches sold
Tryin' not to up the heater
I'm preparing drugs for sale in the kitchen and cutting it up. I smoke weed regularly and sell it for five dollars. This is my God-given talent and I will always sell it. I stopped wearing necklaces as it reminds me of fake friends. I'm always scheming and planning, but I keep it lowkey. Some claim to be poor but are only interested in taking from others. I'm selling women and trying not to start trouble
Had to use an extension cord
Plug it up next door
Comin' up from the cold, then I keep askin'
Let these hoes know a leaky
Nigga have them sinkin'
Paint only thing keepin' me out the precinct
I had to use an extension cord from my neighbor's place to power my operation. I'm rising from the bottom and asking for more. I let women know that I am unreliable and it ultimately causes them emotional distress. The only reason I'm not in jail is because I have no criminal record
All these bars on me
I am trapped in the meaning
Know they tryna find me
I'mma leave these bitches fiending
Get relentless of the price
I'mma work it like a demon
Gone in a jiffy but I ain't speedin'
Got the pack on me, bitch, don't mistreat me
Hit hoe, who's first? I smoke the vegan
Then I'm tryna stay, bae, play with me
Get deleted
I have a lot of drugs on me and I'm used to the lifestyle. People are trying to catch me but I'll leave women wanting more. I'm working without rest and with determination. I will move quickly but won't speed. I have plenty of drugs with me, so don't treat me disrespectfully. I have sex with women and then forget about them, but if you want to stay, let's have fun. If you try me, you'll be removed from my life
Bitch, my heart hurtin' 'cause it's
Burstin' off the chronic
And this bitch boomin' like her booty bionic
All I wanna do is get money, in abundance
Off whippin' these paintings and get
Some money to my momma
Get some shit for my nephew so he be stylin'
All these bitches bustin' on his
Dick like it nothin'
Beat beat a chain, bruiser bug, get the game
The ZGTO boys switch the style like a crane
Got her body movin', yeah
We call it Soul Train
Got her body movin' like she on cocaine
Phone blowin' up like it's on some butane
I'm heartbroken and I smoke a lot of weed to cope. I'm making money quickly and easily and want to do so abundantly. This allows me to provide for my mother and buy stylish things for my nephew. Women are throwing themselves at him like it's nothing. We're changing clothes regularly and impressing people. We make women dance and it's called Soul Train. They dance like they're on cocaine and my phone is ringing constantly
ZGTO boys, hoe say the whole name
We want people to say our whole name, ZGTO boys
I got fire, I inhale it
I'll give five, I'm gon' sell it
It's my gift from God, he know it already
As long as I'm alive I'm gon' sell it
I have weed and I smoke it. I'll sell it for five dollars. It's a gift from God and he knows it. I'll sell it for as long as I'm alive
Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Walter Moszel Williams, Zachary Shigeto Saginaw
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