WHISTLE ft. T Hundred Lyrics

Aye Damn

It's Tom aye damn yea

And I'm still posted on the 9 lil bitch aye

Pullup I got time aye damn yeah wait

Lil bitch I been stacking up chicken (Aye') I'm on a misson (Aye')

So you run up on me you get hit wit' a whistle, this shit is official

Can't fuck wit' a bitch she could suck on a pickle, bitch I'm upin' the pistol

You outta' ya' body you feelin' belittled, this shit all from the gristle aye

I gotta' get in my bag (Aye')

I gotta' get on my shit (Damn)

I gotta' stack it and flip (Aye')

Run up get hit wit' a blick (Aye')

New glock, it came wit' a stick (Aye')

Two shots that nigga got hit (Aye')

Moonrock, I'm high as a bitch (Aye')

Two pots now watch me whip (Damn aye')

Well imma' just hop in my bag (Aye')

I might just skurt in a jag (Aye')

You broke these bitches be mad

Stay woke you goin' out sad

Get poked if you run up fast (Aye')

I put my face in a mask, give that shit up I'm not tryna' ask

Couple shots put him on his ass

On necks, my foot on the gas, bullets they rip through glass

I was broke, I was down on my last, ran it up and I got me some cash

Spend the extra the rest in the stash (Uh' yeah wait)

Spend the extra the rest in the stash (Uh' damn wait)

Lil bitch I been stacking up chicken (Aye') I'm on a misson (Aye')

So you run up on me you get hit wit' a whistle, this shit is official

Can't fuck wit' a bitch she could suck on a pickle, bitch I'm upin' the pistol

You outta' ya' body you feelin' belittled, this shit all from the gristle aye damn

I gotta' get in my bag (Uh)

I gotta' get on my shit (Damn)

I gotta' stack it and flip (Wait)

Run up get hit wit' a blick (Aye')

New glock, it came wit' a stick (Aye')

Two shots that nigga got hit (Aye')

Moonrock, I'm high as a bitch (Aye')

Two pots now watch me whip (Damn aye')

Yeah I'm on my shit now, show em' how we get down

Was down now we up now, tweetin' what was that about?

I might bring them choppas out, I might call Tommy out

Fuck niggas know already, I don't want a round

You ain't got no sense, represent Hundred till the ground

Late night trip, on his heels I'm tryna lay him down

Late night trips, this blunt I'm tryna blow it down

Got up out his body, first of all you need to calm it down

Talkin' that ain't shit to us, tweet we tryna' put you up

I can talk my shit, stupid bitch I can hold my nuts

Glock got extension on a bitch, hang long as fuck

Nigga said what's up? stupid bitch the sky is up

Niggas really pissed cause they ain't poppin',

I'll pull up through this bitch, get to tweakin' wit' my shottas

I'll pull up through this bitch, best believe I get it hotter

They ain't talking money, best believe I ain't hear nada

Look, how you get a bag and then you hate (Wait)

If you broke bitch, I cannot relate (Damn)

Do the dash uh, you can call it skate (Uh damn)

Watch yo' mouth for' you get put up in yo' place (Uh yea')

Get up outta' here, bitch we do the race (Uh damn)

Put the bands (Uh) right up in the safe (Uh bitch)

Bitch I get ghost (Uh) I won't leave no trace (Uh wait)

Run up bitch then you get sprayed just like some mace (Uh yea')