Pinkk Whitney

Going way back man I remember them days my big bro was hopping off the porch making plays
They was big boy stepping ain’t no time for the flexing
Just Like lil bro a battery we gonna test him
Thought this pimp my ride cuz my rims sitting custom
You know how I feel about these thooters I don’t love em I just fuck em
They be plotting on my money so I don’t trust em
When you talk about the rap game how can you keep me out the discussion
I’m a rap og I’m a muthafucking legend
I done struggled so many nights i really was stressing
I was praying to the lord I was hoping for that blessing
I been jumping out the the gym so you know I been flexing
Mic check wosh wosh tеsting 1 2
If u ain’t beefing bout bread then what you beefing for fool
I was that cool kid growing up in high school
She bе fucking with me cuz I’m flyer than you
And After I beat the kitty up she like thank you
Uh uh uh thank you if you keep acting up girl I might have to spank you
I give thanks to the lord that’s why I’m so grateful
I been eating real good man I got a plateful
Yo girl kitty on my bed and it acting playful
This song gone stay on replay just like a prelude
Ever since day one I always knew I been that dude

I been riding through the city got my mind on the 50s
Shit I got a tunnel vision eyes are sharp like a semi
Treat the mic like a toilet cuz I do it real shitty
O yea I do this for my team I put on for my city
Everyone wanna taste me just like some pink Whitney