Whitney & Bobby

[Intro]
Ay ay ay (Samurai)
Planet of the ape shit nigga
Y'all know what the fuck going on

[Chorus: LilCJ Kasino]
Don't wanna talk 'less it's 'bout a deposit
We handle our business don't speak on them body
I probably got 'bout a mil in my closet
I really go fuck on the ma for a hobby
Dressing all black like Batman and go robbing
The last nigga tried me we smoke him like ?
Takedown the plug nigga thought we was shopping
My young nigga itching to knock off your noggin
Came from the hood serving Whitney and Bobby
You can't trust him 'cause that young nigga grimey
I'm still on the block like a defensive lineman
That fuck nigga lying if he say he can't find me
Run up them racks and go cash out on diamonds
Ain't wasting no time, I wanna bust down my time piece
I hit the trap with that pack now that young nigga pockets
Be filled up with paper like bonders (Drip)(Ooh-wee)

[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
I'm really breaking these bitches for million
I'm not sure if this year I might make a billion (Mhm)
I'm overseas with a bitch that's Brazillian
I'm still ditchin feds can't catch me I'm brilliant (Mhm)
I just went bought me some jewelry, three pieces
That was a cool million I ain't even feel it
Who made these bitch niggas flyer than Huston ? (Ooh shit)
Can't ride in your car (Again)
Can't fuck with your broads (Again)
Ain't no posting up at the store with your dogs (Again)
Splash up and shoot y'all (Again)
It don't matter what hood you at imma call (Again)
We hitting through walls (Again)
Ain't no waving white flags boy we gon' ball (Again)
We waiting on y'all (To spin)

[Verse 2: Lil CJKasino]
We got too many chops, try to slide on this block
A fuck nigga gon' die nine times out of ten
I'm still in the pot nigga whipping up jock
We mixing and cooking up fish with no fins
We got about a hundred 'sum shots in this Benz
Nigga play with my money I'm dropping my kins
The fuck was you thinking boy you will get
Wrapped like a mummy for all the 'lil guap in my pants
That young nigga popping, ain't need no advance
These lil niggas copy me like they my kids
You don't get no dollars so make it make sense
Got everybody rocking with us who make trends
I'm sipping on wock and no tris
I know I got all my opp niggas pissed
That young nigga ball like he play for the Knicks
He be passing the ball and be making assists

[Chorus: LilCJ Kasino]
Don't wanna talk 'less it's 'bout a deposit
We handle our business don't speak on them body
I probably got 'bout a mil in my closet
I really go fuck on ? for a hobby
Dressing all black like Batman and go robbing
The last nigga tried me we smoke him like ?
Takedown the plug nigga thought we was shopping
My young nigga itching to knock off your noggin
Came from the hood serving Whitney and Bobby
You can't trust him 'cause that young nigga grimey
I'm still on the block like a defensive lineman
That fuck nigga lying if he say he can't find me
Run up them racks and go cash out on diamonds
Ain't wasting no time, I wanna bust down my time
I hit the trap with that pack now that young nigga pockets
Be filled up with paper like bonders (Drip)(Ooh-wee)

[Verse 3: TEC]
Just got a AR15

Take this shit to the moon bitch we going far
?
I got the judge just like Law and Order
Used to hold up that rock just like Shawn Carter
In that stingray like I put my car in water (Skrtt)
I call the plays, I'm the godfather
I make them lil niggas slide like this hardball
Swing that stick just like a bat
Got no less than fifty when I'm in that ?
? I've been pressure big steppa like Shaq
Let that cutter speak out a accent, we don't kick shit on a accident
Dance with my stick like I'm African
All this ice on me bitch I'm a avalanche

[Chorus: LilCJ Kasino]
Don't wanna talk 'less it's 'bout a deposit
We handle our business don't speak on them body
I probably got 'bout a mil in my closet
I really go fuck on ? for a hobby
Dressing all black like Batman and go robbing
The last nigga tried me we smoke him like ?
Takedown the plug nigga thought we was shopping
My young nigga itching to knock off your noggin
Came from the hood serving Whitney and Bobby
You can't trust him 'cause that young nigga grimey
I'm still on the block like a defensive lineman
That fuck nigga lying if he say he can't find me
Run up them racks and go cash out on diamonds
Ain't wasting no time, I wanna bust down my time piece
I hit the trap with that pack now that young nigga pockets
Be filled up with paper like bonders (Drip)(Ooh-wee)