Whippin
ZGTO Lyrics

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