Chris Webby – Whippin Lyrics

Whippin Lyrics By Chris Webby

I be whippin’, whippin’ (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I be sippin’, sippin’ (Sippin’, sippin’, sippin’, sippin)
I be drippin’, drippin’ (Drip, drip, drip, drip)
Ayy, uh

I be whippin’ foreign cars, that’s a flex
I be sippin’ on this demon, I’m possessed
Twenty calls from my ex, she obsessed
And if you broke bitch we won’t connect
‘Cause I’m a young rich nigga
Just blew six figures
On this mother fucking jewelry
Gotta wear chinchilla
‘Cause my neck on freeze, and my wrist on ski
Told her she can be free, she belong to the streets

Whippin’ in that ‘Vette, I got the devil on the seats
Throwin’ up the B’s, if you Blood, let it bleed
Amari on the jeans, on my shirt that’s Celine
Took another rapper bitch, we sippin’ Raki in Belize
She make a milkshake like Kelis, she a freak
I let my money talk, I don’t speak, keep it breif
Smokin’ on choo-choo train, blowin’ steam
I don’t even gotta say my name, bitch, you know the queen

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
I can whip the Range while I smoke, yeah
I can bag a baddie on a scooter, yeah
I can get brains on the boat
So catch me whippin’, whippin’
Yeah I be whippin’, whippin’
So catch me whippin’, whippin’
Yeah I be whippin’, whippin’, whippin’, whippin’

I can ride my bike with no handlebars, yeah
I can kill the game with no manager
Find me up in Canada, with a bad bitch on camera
Unless M.A take her from me (Ooh!)
Yeah, I got the swagger of twenty Connor McGregor’s
And my pen game is on that Ellen Edgar
Poe with the flow, I’m an OG
Smokin’ on a bougie

Bitch I’m the one like Obi
Trice, I’m the nicest, I should get a license
Killin’ that will every time I get to writin’
Hit like M. Bison mix with Mike Tyson
I came for the cake, the candles and the icing
I be eatin’ food off of mothefuckers plates
And I’m gonna chew it in your motherfuckin’ face, get a taste

When I’m movin’, they barely keepin’ pace
I be going stupid, watch me demonstrate
Crash Bandicoot with that mask on, Invincible when the tracks on
Karate Kid with the wax on, and the wax off, got the money toes like black swan
And, I’m rough rider like, I’m big timin’ like Mannie
Put drone in the wind like Trick Daddy in a whip down to Miami, like

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
I can whip the Range while I smoke, yeah
I can bag a baddie on a scooter, yeah
I can get brains on the boat
So catch me whippin’, whippin’
Yeah I be whippin’, whippin’
So catch me whippin’, whippin’
Yeah I be whippin’, whippin’, whippin’, whippin’