Whiplash V9 (Ft. Rv)
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[Intro]
Brigades
Come on, Sapphire Beats
I beg man claim their brodie, before I get mad and awaken like Broly
That's two holes in this aimless wap
[Chorus: V9]
Ching, splash, splatter backs, hop out the ding-dong van and crash (Bow, bow)
Approach me, you can’t turn like whiplash (Ayy) them man get chinged and say, "keep quiet" (Shh)
It spits fire (Brr), ten shots leaves his family crying (Damn)
Gang riding, tryna put a young boy where the ground is
Ching, splash, splatter backs, hop out the ding-dong van and crash (Bow, bow)
Approach me, you can't turn like whiplash (Ayy) them man get chinged and say, "keep quiet" (Shh)
It's fire (Brr), headshot leaves his family crying (Damn)
Gang riding, tryna put a young boy where the ground is
[Verse 1: V9]
Rinse them teeth, no Listerine (Bow bow), bang that dotty and feel that heat (Brr, bow)
Get-got in your car tryna cool off seats (Ching, ching), should have got five on trap, man it’s beef (Some dickhead)
Must take gang for a Pac Man, what you mean we ain't got no bodies? (Some dickhead)
I beg a man claim their brodie, before I get mad and awaken up like Broly
That's two holes in this, so—sorry, I don't know nuttin' 'bout blanks
Double tap it, watch the crowd move mad, swing my suttin' and watch man plank (Ching, ching)
Damn, protect your neck, are you mad? Sauce gon'—sauce gon’ spill when I catch this lad (That’s facts)
How can—how can you give man chat, when half of dem boy there ran? (Ayy, come here)
V9 too devilish, ching man's dog like my homeboy Termz
Bankai’s got germs, don't flinch, you can end up with worms
I don't talk—I don't talk, I just do it, Venomous bop and lose it
Leave your whole drip ruined, I can never stay back like Smalling
Brigades
Come on, Sapphire Beats
I beg man claim their brodie, before I get mad and awaken like Broly
That's two holes in this aimless wap
[Chorus: V9]
Ching, splash, splatter backs, hop out the ding-dong van and crash (Bow, bow)
Approach me, you can’t turn like whiplash (Ayy) them man get chinged and say, "keep quiet" (Shh)
It spits fire (Brr), ten shots leaves his family crying (Damn)
Gang riding, tryna put a young boy where the ground is
Ching, splash, splatter backs, hop out the ding-dong van and crash (Bow, bow)
Approach me, you can't turn like whiplash (Ayy) them man get chinged and say, "keep quiet" (Shh)
It's fire (Brr), headshot leaves his family crying (Damn)
Gang riding, tryna put a young boy where the ground is
[Verse 1: V9]
Rinse them teeth, no Listerine (Bow bow), bang that dotty and feel that heat (Brr, bow)
Get-got in your car tryna cool off seats (Ching, ching), should have got five on trap, man it’s beef (Some dickhead)
Must take gang for a Pac Man, what you mean we ain't got no bodies? (Some dickhead)
I beg a man claim their brodie, before I get mad and awaken up like Broly
That's two holes in this, so—sorry, I don't know nuttin' 'bout blanks
Double tap it, watch the crowd move mad, swing my suttin' and watch man plank (Ching, ching)
Damn, protect your neck, are you mad? Sauce gon'—sauce gon’ spill when I catch this lad (That’s facts)
How can—how can you give man chat, when half of dem boy there ran? (Ayy, come here)
V9 too devilish, ching man's dog like my homeboy Termz
Bankai’s got germs, don't flinch, you can end up with worms
I don't talk—I don't talk, I just do it, Venomous bop and lose it
Leave your whole drip ruined, I can never stay back like Smalling
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