CLEAN.WHIPS

[Intro]
Zyller
Blunt Christ

[Verse]
Dead thoughts, they might need a head shot
Aiming with the red dot, red dot, red dot
Get you by our best shot
Yeah we speeding, got my gas in trunk receding
Going faster, tires bleeding, milk a body like I'm breeding
Whips on deck, cleaned out, got 'em with the bleach
Fake boys tryna play like toys, niggas tryna reach
Fuck bout what you think, you just puss' with that fake supreme
All y'all gon' explode, when I'll make y'all fall so fucking deep
I stay ten toes, standing, stronger than ever
Locked in, locked in, making my mental so bettеr
Cannot fuck with you thots, most of y'all be smelling like chеddar
They stay on my balls, outside, I know they fucking tethered
Flip up tricks like word
Doing this since I was born
I wake up and then absorb
Passion is key, why don't you work?
Hurt is key, why don't you learn?
You jus' wan' get your life torn
Stead of making yourself turned
Now you finna' go and burn
Finance all my moves then we turn that into luxury
I just want some wealth, c'mon man, I need the buttery
Can't fall in love with no thot, that's jus' a slut to me
Stop tryna distract, man, I'm sick of your fuckery
Visualize, visualize
Make the heat then visualize
Outrage power, cut your lights
Breaking bad, I'm stupefied
Stupefied, stupefied
Time for blasting you at night
Make sure your ears sound so bright
Have your headache be unlight

[Chorus]
My whip, shampoo, got C's, I'm blue
Blow him down, no flute, run that mouth, we shoot
Face fucked, by my boots, big feet like I'm Boots
Watch growth from my roots, like fart, we gon' toot
My whip, shampoo, got C's, I'm blue
Blow him down, no flute, run that mouth, we shoot
Face fucked, by my boots, big feet like I'm Boots
Watch growth from my roots, like fart, we gon' toot