Whip Appeal Lyrics - Baytl - Gucci Mane

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 

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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