Whips Lyrics - Codename: Ego Stripper - Ces Cru

I'm footloose, y'all be like "Damn," maintain with the right brain 

Y'all ain't do it like Strange, finna burn y'all when the light change 

I'm ski skirting, getting small and I'm in a straight line on my jackshift 

Trying to shake haters I'm a playmaker blacking out in oncoming traffic 

Just imagine if, the frame was a little bit lighter considering drag lift 

I could probably clear a row of buses on you motherfuckers for trying to nab with 

Don't get mad bitch, better jet son, want a bad bitch? Go and get one 

I'm that quick, suck a fat dick, wanna rap up, need to get done 

Suck it, I enter I might rip, burning this rubber I might slip 

Struggling tryna get my grip, doing 80 right over the spike strips 

With the pedalin motoring, going and so when I run it, then I'ma just fly through it 

If you ain't numero uno you ass and probably don't do it like I do it 

Go 

Yo, if you can't hang y'all that's peace, see I B.Y.O.B 

I bang y'all on beats, and I bet your backyard obese, bitch 

Better believe I'm bombastic, bro know that my ball that big 

Y'all fabric, fabricated in a fabergé egg sack shit 

In a nutshell y'all cornballs, that's corn nuts y'all done warmed up 

Snatching out on this bad traffic, I'm an asshole and my horn's stuck 

I switched lanes, like Rittz came in the backseat with this thick mane 

I'm an athlete, y'all are Mitch Bade and yo bitch came with a Ixnay 

Uh, let me explain, got a sick brain, I was born nuts 

Now, who's the master? Sho Nuff, ask J, yo you know it ain't no hold up (Ay!) 

You don't have to answer, the fact is you can't survive the standard 

Don't act as if, I ain't had your bitch holding me close like I'm a tiny dancer (Ah) 

Now back on the highway, counting these headlights, get ya head right 

I stand by, y'all out the car on the side of the street getting red lights 

I see y'all stuck going round and around and around the back 

I secure the trophy, count 'em out, Beverly Hills down and out