My jeans on the whip make a whip in the area (yeah-yeah)
Backseat, my bitch puts lean in the soda (Milan, Milan)
Two clicks with the switch on my gun (uh, still Finesse)
I got the whip, I got the whip, I got the whip, I got the whip
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Westside, Milan
Milan, uoh

My jeans on the whip make a whip in the area (bu-bu)
Backseat, my bitch puts lean in the soda (grr, grr)
Two clicks with the switch on my gun
I got the whip, I got the whip, I got the whip, I got the whip
My G's got a whip, cocaine in the area
In the street I got the stick like in Oklahoma
In the street I lower my jeans, smoke g California (bu-bu)
I got the whip, I got the whip, I got the whip, I got the whip

My G's on a whip make a whip in the area (Milan)
I put ice in my cup, wait for at least a bubble (grr-grr)
In the face ski, I drift, it's not a lease the new car (exactly)
With the G's, Champions League, I want to take Europe (exactly)
You want the beef, they want the encore, I don't understand who hates me (bu-bu)
I don't make new friends, I carry my stuff high (oh no)
I got the AMG and the Jeep, it doesn't make my head tail (shh)
Have you ever seen a west kid with a crown on his head? (Milan)
Okay (bu-bu, Milan)
I think, bro, you smoked a little too much (gang-gang)
Milan is freezing, I always have the jacket
Even if I always have something else underneath (gang-gang-gang)
Yes, my G's have to make fire
Yes, my G's don't aim at your body (gang-gang-gang)
In fact, my G's don't look at you at all (let's go, let's go, let's go)
Yes, I swear, yes, I swear, yes, I swear, yes

My G's in the whip, they whip in the area (tell me, pig)
Backstreet, the baby with the lean in the soda
Two clicks, with the colts, switch the gun (prr, prr, prr)
I got the whip, I got the whip, I got the whip, I got the whip (Glizzy Gang)
My G's in the whip, they whip in the area
In the street with the sticks like in Oklahoma (MoneyWayy)
The drip with the gas, smoking in California (with Los Diablo 'e Lloren, heard?, Yovnchimi)
I got the whip, I got the whip, I got the whip, I got the whip

Niggas ain't fucking with me, real G, that's on me (On gang)
Hit the lick, I got the chip in the blicks
I got sticks, run the G's in the whip
Lil' bitch, you know I don't sleep
I got lean, I got Perc, I got Xanax, I got weed
With the Italian gang moving the bricks (on gang)
Can't be rich if you don't take the risk
With the Lambo, the iron and the glizzy with switch (and the Glizzy Gang, son of a bitch)
The Mercedes in the hood, they call me Money Mitch
Los Diablo 'e Lloren' and Los Diablo e' Milan (the Devils')
Everyone with glizzy, this is homicide gang
We're flow Iran, we mount you in the RAM (we mount you in the RAM)
We kill you outside and where are the bodies (shh)
Nobody knows, bastard, this is mafia (mafia, heard, son of a bitch)
I'm with the devils, bastard, in Italy (in Italy)
The weapons and the drugs and the paraphernalia (aha)
Gunman, I'm raised with the bad guys (raised by the bad guys son of a bitch)
If they ask for me ask the gangsters (ask the big shots')
The guns on top and always with the gloves (the gloves, to kill you, son of a bitch)
If you're an artist it's not that important
That I can kidnap you for a master, ah (for a master, kidnapped')
Bastard, for sure they won't find you (they won't find you, son of a bitch)
In truth I don't know whether to bury you or burn you

My jeans on the whip make a whip in the area
Backseat, my bitch puts lean in the soda
Two clicks with the switch on my gun
I got the whip, I got the whip, I got the whip, I got the whip
My G's got a whip, cocaine in the area
In the street I got the stick like in Oklahoma
In the street I lower my jeans, smoke g California
I got the whip, I got the whip, I got the whip, I got the whip

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