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The Whip Video (MV)




Performed By: Nic Steez
Length: 2:01
Written by: Nick Bitter




Nic Steez - The Whip Lyrics




Hop up in the whip
We were putting on a mask
Gotta forty on the dash
And twenty five in the mac
Catch me with the tools
Like I'm bye bitch, two
Pressed together like a chopstick
We just want the bag
Hop up in the whip
We were putting on a mask
Gotta forty on the dash
And twenty five in the mac
Catch me with the tools
Like I'm bye bitch, two
Pressed together like a chopstick
We just want the bag

Pull up in the foreign
With that new bitch right beside me
Hop out slam the door to flex
And just let everybody watch me
All these cameras takin' pics
But I ain't happy that they like me
Diamonds on my neck and wrist
That type a style you cant copy
Told the shorty we can't f*ck
So while I'm drivin' you can top me
Do the dash and hit the gas
There's no way twelve is gonna stop me
Cop a fit and count the cash
Cause I feel like I won the lotty
Made it just to give it back
I'm out here singin' gotti gotti
Aye, woah
Aye, woah
Aye, woah
Aye, woah
Aye

Cali-banned whip
With the jumpman's on my feet
Got me thinkin' bout my hoes
I ain't really wanna keep
Askin' why I gotta know
These bitches always wanna jeep
Take 'em home and f*ck em once
Just to hit 'em with the skeet

Hop up in the whip
We were putting on a mask
Gotta forty on the dash
And twenty five in the mac (aye)
Catch me with the tools
Like I'm bye bitch, two
Pressed together like a chopstick
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
We just want the bag
Hop up in the whip
We were putting on a mask
Gotta forty on the dash
And twenty five in the mac (clap)
Catch me with the tools
Like I'm bye bitch, two
Pressed together like a chopstick
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
We just want the bag

Molly, lean, xans
They like to take it to the face
I only focused on the rap
It got me to a better place
And now I whip and then I flip
I didn't do, I did the race
I beat the case, I left a trace
So now who's next to set the pace (huh?)

Smokin' backwoods in the trees (ah)
You ain't really know the steez (ah)
Yeah I'm really gettin' cheese (ah)
And I never said please (ah)

I'm just sayin' I'm not nice
F*ckin' cold as bricks
Yeah its comin' from my ice
Nic Steez on the chain
I ain't gotta say it twice
I gotta buy the world so tell me
What's the mothaf*ckin' price? (bitch)
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Hop up in the whip
We were putting on a mask
Gotta forty on the dash
And twenty five in the mac
Catch me with the tools
Like I'm bye bitch, two
Pressed together like a chopstick
We just want the bag
Hop up in the whip
We were putting on a mask
Gotta forty on the dash
And twenty five in the mac
Catch me with the tools
Like I'm bye bitch, two
Pressed together like a chopstick
We just want the bag

Pull up in the foreign
With that new bitch right beside me
Hop out slam the door to flex
And just let everybody watch me
All these cameras takin' pics
But I ain't happy that they like me
Diamonds on my neck and wrist
That type a style you cant copy
Told the shorty we can't f*ck
So while I'm drivin' you can top me
Do the dash and hit the gas
There's no way twelve is gonna stop me
Cop a fit and count the cash
Cause I feel like I won the lotty
Made it just to give it back
I'm out here singin' gotti gotti
Aye, woah
Aye, woah
Aye, woah
Aye, woah
Aye

Cali-banned whip
With the jumpman's on my feet
Got me thinkin' bout my hoes
I ain't really wanna keep
Askin' why I gotta know
These bitches always wanna jeep
Take 'em home and f*ck em once
Just to hit 'em with the skeet

Hop up in the whip
We were putting on a mask
Gotta forty on the dash
And twenty five in the mac (aye)
Catch me with the tools
Like I'm bye bitch, two
Pressed together like a chopstick
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
We just want the bag
Hop up in the whip
We were putting on a mask
Gotta forty on the dash
And twenty five in the mac (clap)
Catch me with the tools
Like I'm bye bitch, two
Pressed together like a chopstick
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
We just want the bag

Molly, lean, xans
They like to take it to the face
I only focused on the rap
It got me to a better place
And now I whip and then I flip
I didn't do, I did the race
I beat the case, I left a trace
So now who's next to set the pace (huh?)

Smokin' backwoods in the trees (ah)
You ain't really know the steez (ah)
Yeah I'm really gettin' cheese (ah)
And I never said please (ah)

I'm just sayin' I'm not nice
F*ckin' cold as bricks
Yeah its comin' from my ice
Nic Steez on the chain
I ain't gotta say it twice
I gotta buy the world so tell me
What's the mothaf*ckin' price? (bitch)
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Writer: Nick Bitter
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