sadtrojan – meet whitney! lyrics
[hook]
don’t cop that feature from me, need to save yo’ check
back to back messages, shawty said she like my silhouette
told her take the hint, not tryna talk if i don’t read the text
gucci link hangin’ out my pocket, plus it’s on my neck
skeleton on my pants, i call it whitney
you a basic b+tch, how the f+ck you think you gon’ get with me?
i’m gon’ get rich, okay, or die tryin’, like i’m 50
got yo’ shawty on me, she said+, uh, d+mn
got yo’ shawty on me, said that she a fan since i dropped ravioli
everyday, on my way to the top, she on her way below me
i just scared my white b+tch, she said, “holy macaroni!”
d+mn, how you talkin’ on me? dirt on my name, you don’t even know me
[verse]
i don’t get mad, i just win in silence
shawty hit my phone, she a ten, she look like billie eilish
pulled out a stick, like a nintendo dsi stylus
i don’t rock shirts, you see me walkin’ ’round with a beater
why she hit my phone? i told the girl that i don’t need her
i got mad room in the whip, this sh+t an eight+, uh
i got mad+, uh, d+mn, i’m mad
i got mad room in the whip, this b+tch an eight+seater
papa john’s, i’m walkin’ ’round with dough and a two+liter
i been runnin’ up them bucks, i’m runnin’ fast like i’m a cheetah
huh, dressed in all black you would think that i’m a greaser
huh, i just hit a fan, hit it while she rappin’ pita
huh, that sh+t’s all cap ’cause who the f+ck be knowin’ all my lyrics?
brodie, but that mixtape in the trash, i’m not tryna hear it
feelin’ way too sleep, grab the wheel ’cause i cannot steer it
brodie talkin’ like he the man, but he not nothin’ near it
ten rings on me, i can snap and split the population
they think that i’m slidin’ on the track, i do it on occasion
need my tickets overseas, i’m tryna catch me a vacation
walk out the room with an outro, playin’ trap nation
[hook]
don’t cop that feature from me, need to save yo’ check
back to back messages, shawty said she like my silhouette
told her take the hint, not tryna talk if i don’t read the text
gucci link hangin’ out my pocket, plus it’s on my neck
skeleton on my pants, i call it whitney
you a basic b+tch, how the f+ck you think you gon’ get with me?
i’m gon’ get rich, okay, or die tryin’, like i’m 50
got yo’ shawty on me, she said+, uh, d+mn
[outro]
don’t cop that feature from me, need to save yo’ check
back to back messages, shawty said she like my silhouette
told her take the hint, not tryna talk if i don’t read the text
gucci link hangin’ out my pocket, plus it’s on my neck
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