Whip Talk

[Intro]
Aye
I said welcome to the streets
Find me running up a beat
If I’m trynna be elite
I said welcome to the streets
Find me running up a beat
If I’m trynna be elite
Imma need something to eat
Yeah
Imma need something to eat yeah
Imma need something to eat yeah

[Verse]
Coming, I got, two racks in my stomach
Bitch I been eatin that cheese like it’s nothing (oh)
These other rappers are lactose intolerant
Spewing out shit like the words that I’m swallowing
I got no reason to be in my bed
I don’t need no sleep I’ll be out when I’m dead
I’ll take a beat and pair it with some lead
Gimme the poison need drugs for my head
Even if I’m back for more (for more)
Don’t tell me nothing if I slap a whore
You’ll find me stunting with my back and forth (forth)
Logic on a range I pour
Mixed feelings over every door
And fake meanings on just every floor
With every word
I mourn the door
I close, every time I’m leaving em sore
The qualitative results I make my family endure
Yeah (endure)
But woah, eh, that’s too serious
I got the vibe making me so delirious
Furious
Too many of em
Dick riders, haters, watch me as I uppercut em
And I’m runnin

[Chorus: Jerome]
I said gas in the Ziploc, straight to the rental
I said fuckin w the tip top, check your incidental
I said bitch on the bed flop, fuckin up my mental
If she thinking that her whip talk, I’m on another level
Yap like I hit pause, need another medal
Hit the gas till I kick rocks, better than a pedal
On the track to be next up
But I'll probably end up washed up

[Verse 2: Prince Papi]

[Chorus: Jerome]
I said gas in the Ziploc, straight to the rental
I said fuckin w the tip top, check your incidental
I said bitch on the bed flop, fuckin up my mental
If she thinking that her whip talk, I’m on another level
Yap like I hit pause, need another medal
Hit the gas till I kick rocks, better than a pedal
On the track to be next up
But I'll probably end up washed up

[Verse 3: Jerome]
Honestly, I’m not a fighter (no)
Really Imma bite her (yeah)
Now I find I might hurt (might hurt)
Might burn (might burn)
This whole place to the ground
My brother I’m out
And If you fucking with my brother then I’m
I’m hunting you down (yeah)
On another level
Genesis now
Putting up numbers
Like Durant from the out
But hey
Actually, I do not fuck with the flow
Slithering snakes honestly need to go
I’ve had enough of these people I know (yeah)
I’ve had enough of these people I know
I’m uptight
I don’t wanna fight witch ya bitch
I might
Drop a heater on a b hit her deep all night
When we pull up in the streets on sight

[Chorus: Jerome]
I said gas in the Ziploc, straight to the rental
I said fuckin w the tip top, check your incidental
I said bitch on the bed flop, fuckin up my mental
If she thinking that her whip talk, I’m on another level
Yap like I hit pause, need another medal
Hit the gas till I kick rocks, better than a pedal
On the track to be next up
But I'll probably end up washed up
I said gas in the Ziploc, straight to the rental
I said fuckin w the tip top, check your incidental
I said bitch on the bed flop, fuckin up my mental
If she thinking that her whip talk, I’m on another level
Yap like I hit pause, need another medal
Hit the gas till I kick rocks, better than a pedal
On the track to be next up
But I'll probably end up washed up