Whitney by TRxPPOUTJAYY Lyrics

Quote from the song “Whitney” by TRxPPOUTJAYY

Said we got the choppas, hunnids and fifties, spray down yo blocc, double D titties, let that bitch off, nigga who with me, my brudda from Houston, (ah) Whitney
Keep ah luh K, da round was like 60, shoot at his head, now go for the kidney, we making a movie we calling it Disney, spin on yo blocc, we spin through yo city

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Whitney”

• Featuring: NFN Efrain, NFN 3JAYY
• Produced: Skinnyonyourfeet
• Written: NFN Efrain, NFN 3JAYY, TRxPPOUTJAYY
• Release Date: August 16, 2020

Perfect Lyrics of the Song “Whitney” Released in 2020

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[Chorus: Jay Glocc]

Said we got the choppas, hunnids and fifties, spray down yo blocc, double D titties, let that bitch off, nigga who with me, my brudda from Houston, (ah) Whitney
Keep ah luh K, da round was like 60, shoot at his head, now go for the kidney, we making a movie we calling it Disney, spin on yo blocc, we spin through yo city

[Verse 1: Jay Glocc]

Talkin' tuff on the Gram, like what 'chu gon do little nigga, I might have ta shoot at that nigga, 'cause you is a bitch, like what 'chu gon do little nigga, i'm really tryn' juke a lil' nigga, fuck dat, i'm tryna go boonk a lil' nigga, 'cause he talkin' tough onna Twitter, but if I do that, he really a bitch 'cause he calling his daddy and callin' his sister

[Verse 2: Jay Glocc]

Now I got 'dem racks, but imma go flip it an' stack, I might go an' beat out her back, I never lack, know i go cop me a .40, I stay wit sum pistols and macs, like Cody and Zack, bitch you know i keep that strap, that burner gon' burn him some fat, shoot him in the back, they say that Glee'D Up was the shit, so now I go spittin' some facts

[Verse 3: Jay Glocc]

My bruddas gon' slide, niggas gon' ride wit' dat .9, up onnat shit put that bitch to yo eye, damn, i jus' be snappin' a nigga go ham, SOS yeah that be da fam, talkin' bout who, we shot at yo mans, fuck that lil' nigga he really a fan, who, what, when, where, (huh,huh,huh,huh), i'm finna say damn

[Verse 1: NFN 3Jayy]

My brudda he wit' it, he stay wit the shits, .30's wit beams and Glocks wit' dicks, stack up dat cheese, an' get chu' ah fit, all of dis money, can't spend on a bitch, all of dese racks, done gotem like how, get off yo ass, and get off dat couch, go hit a lick just to go in yo' pouch

[Verse 2: NFN 3Jayy]

Go in yo' stash, stop the complainin' and get off yo ass, come to da bop, i swear we got gas,I will not slow down, i'm livin' to fast, i'm lookin for licks, I stay with my mask, call up lu' Turbo i give em a task, give him a mission, I bet he gon pass, come to the trap I bet he won't last

[Verse 3: NFN 3Jayy]

They like how do you get it, I do not get it, getchu' some hunnids and breakem ta 50's, got niggas from Houston but I don't know Whitney, show no remorse, I shoot at the witness, air out the party, don't care bout the litness, life of da savage, I shoot at his kidney, put him on news, put em on trendin', fuck all you niggas want war with the city, mess, wit da team

[Verse 4: NFN 3Jayy]

All of my money i mes wit' the green, pop me ah perc and den turned to a feen, hittin' no shit and he need him a beam, bullets so strong, they comin' thru' trees, shoot at his crib, and take off his knees, givin' out blessings I hope you don't sneeze

[Verse 1: NFN Efrain]

How you talkin' bout cheese, but you breakin' the code, and beat that bitch up like im punching a bag, shoutout to Mali and shoutout to drake, no OVO but im still rockin' drakes, stay in my lane ian beefin' wit lames, i'm still goin crazy, ain playin no games

Verse 2: NFN Efrain]

My niggas from Houston, no NBA but im shootin' like Harden, you niggas is pussy, yall made out of carton, I got me a baddie I think her name Carmen, I hit from the back, and I here that bitch growling, thses bullets connecting you know what they do, (Pow, Pow, Pow, Pow), I got me a choppa, I call it mi niña, I got me a side, I think her name Lina

[Verse 1: Jay Glocc]

I'm beatin' that bitch and i think her name Trina, I'm rockin' dat Nike, he wearin' some Fila, I feel like i'm Drake, dile que tú eres mía, yall askin' for clout, a nigga don't see ya, take off inna foreign, you think it's a cheetah, i'm beatin' the pack and they callin' me peter, that bitch is a feen, that bitch is a eater, she said my dick long, it look like a meter

[Chorus]

Said we got the choppas, hunnids and fifties, spray down yo blocc, double D titties, let that bitch off, nigga who with me, my brudda from Houston, (ah) Whitney
Keep ah luh K, da round was like 60, shoot at his head, now go for the kidney, we making a movie we calling it Disney, spin on yo blocc, we spin through yo city
Said we got the choppas, hunnids and fifties, spray down yo blocc, double D titties, let that bitch off, nigga who with me, my brudda from Houston, (ah) Whitney
Keep ah luh K, da round was like 60, shoot at his head, now go for the kidney, we making a movie we calling it Disney, spin on yo blocc, we spin through yo city