Whip Appeal Lyrics

White Brick Mob
Brick Squad, White Girl Mob
Brick Squad, White Girl Mob
White Brick Mob, bitchesWhy we gotta kill shit?
Me and Gucci talking real shit
Cars on top of cars
I'ma call it whip appeal, bitchWhip appeal, bitch
Whip appeal, bitch
Cars on top of cars
I'ma call it whip appeal, bitchNo, I'm not a scholar
I'm drinking out the bottle
Only fuck with models
If she ain't dead fineThen there ain't no need to holler
Yeah, I'm a baller
My swag through the roof
And your girlfriend is the truthWe got a room at the Ramada
She don't want to be bothered
You callin' like a father

You actin' like a toddlerYou need a role model
I'm Polo with the Prada
I'm balling on you, niggas
Like a Harlem GlodetrotterI'm walking with a waddle
You make believe niggas Harry Potter
Amigo friends might recommend
The whole enchiladaYour girlfriend is a quitter
You should spit or you saliva
I'm Gucci Mane, the mobster
Not a joker, not a bloggerWhy we gotta kill shit?
Me and Gucci talking real shit
Cars on top of cars
I'ma call it whip appeal, bitchWhip appeal, bitch
Whip appeal, bitch
Cars on top of cars
I'ma call it whip appeal, bitchGucci let's get 'em
Got that AR chopper
Come through the front door
Left them at the doctorNow we up a hundred more bands
That's proper
No need for a preacher
Pray to me, I'll be your fatherHide the young ones
'Cause I'm coming for your daughter
If you ain't selling pussy
I ain't gon' botherGot a pornstar, a ho
And a model
In the club we do big shit
Pop a hundred bottlesWe gettin' hoes wet
They gon' need goggles
They said get that gas
So I'm on that full throttleIf I had a dick
Then I'd tell that bitch to swallow
Thirty in my clip
And I'm letting out hallowsWhy we gotta kill shit?
Me and Gucci talking real shit
Cars on top of cars
I'ma call it whip appeal, bitchWhip appeal, bitch
Whip appeal, bitch
Cars on top of cars
I'ma call it whip appeal, bitchLA Raiders
Bo Jackson
Making love to the money
Oh, I'm so passionateHood stripes, Chuck Taylors, low khakis
Scraping in that new V looking V-Nasty
Selling snow in the winter, I ain't cold yet
That's why I'm an OG and I ain't old yetSouth Central Murder Dubs, Killer California
Bend the wrong corner
You'll be sicker than pneumonia
Police told me to freezeAnd my watch to chill
Whip the work into a SLS Whip Appeal
Powder so fresh, I had to break the seal
96 and Wall Street, shit gets realWhy we gotta kill shit?
Me and Gucci talking real shit
Cars on top of cars
I'ma call it whip appeal, bitchWhip appeal, bitch
Whip appeal, bitch
Cars on top of cars
I'ma call it whip appeal, bitch