"Whistle" lyrics
Elvis
Uh, na-da-da-na-da
When I light off all them shots, my Glock go, mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, da-na-da-da-da
Da-na-da-na-da, da, gang-gang-gang
When I light off all them shots, my Glock go, uh
Don't try my second pop, you know we smoke 'em, uh
And you talk to the cops, you know you tote, 'em, uh
And I can't leave my block, I count my green like
All my opps right there like Weenie Hut Jr., extended the clip, aim it at your medulla
21 Savage, give that bitch a rula, BK, but not BK
I'ma slide on my opps on his bday, brodie pass me the stick like a relay
He be chattin' for bitches, no e-date, hella plays, I'ma swipe it on eBay
Ayy, we call them out like "Go, go get 'em," suppressor on chops, you don't know who hit 'em
Bullets hit his face like he popped a pimple, and them 5.56's go straight through his denim
And we like "Goofy," we gon' spin on your block, make a movie
Ho, talk to me nice like I'm Uzi, 'fore I put the D down on your coochie
And we gon' put you on the news, you know my gang, we love our tools, uh
And you know that we rule, I'm sorry bro, but you not cool
And I know I'm gon' blow up soon, I wear my Prada like it was Ksubis
She like, "You leavin' me so soon?", want me, but ho, you'll meet your doom
And you know that we rockin', you know that we ragin', lil' nigga
Play with the gang, you get cropped out the picture
My choppa on me like the Chopperhead, nigga, gang-gang-gang, uh
When I light off all them— (Whoa)
When I light off all them— (Whoa)
When I light off all them— (Whoa, yeah)
When I light off all them shots, my Glock go, uh
Don't try my second pop, you know we smoke 'em, uh
And you talk to the cops, you know you tote, 'em, uh
And I can't leave my block, I count my green like
Uh, na-da-da-na-da
When I light off all them shots, my Glock go, mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, da-na-da-da-da
Da-na-da-na-da, da, gang-gang-gang
When I light off all them shots, my Glock go, uh
Don't try my second pop, you know we smoke 'em, uh
And you talk to the cops, you know you tote, 'em, uh
And I can't leave my block, I count my green like
All my opps right there like Weenie Hut Jr., extended the clip, aim it at your medulla
21 Savage, give that bitch a rula, BK, but not BK
I'ma slide on my opps on his bday, brodie pass me the stick like a relay
He be chattin' for bitches, no e-date, hella plays, I'ma swipe it on eBay
Ayy, we call them out like "Go, go get 'em," suppressor on chops, you don't know who hit 'em
Bullets hit his face like he popped a pimple, and them 5.56's go straight through his denim
And we like "Goofy," we gon' spin on your block, make a movie
Ho, talk to me nice like I'm Uzi, 'fore I put the D down on your coochie
And we gon' put you on the news, you know my gang, we love our tools, uh
And you know that we rule, I'm sorry bro, but you not cool
And I know I'm gon' blow up soon, I wear my Prada like it was Ksubis
She like, "You leavin' me so soon?", want me, but ho, you'll meet your doom
And you know that we rockin', you know that we ragin', lil' nigga
Play with the gang, you get cropped out the picture
My choppa on me like the Chopperhead, nigga, gang-gang-gang, uh
When I light off all them— (Whoa)
When I light off all them— (Whoa)
When I light off all them— (Whoa, yeah)
When I light off all them shots, my Glock go, uh
Don't try my second pop, you know we smoke 'em, uh
And you talk to the cops, you know you tote, 'em, uh
And I can't leave my block, I count my green like
