Sting Operation: Whip Bumper, Pt. 2

Putting commas over periods

Dalai Lama couldn't teach you the worst of it

Call me "prodi-getic," way it's in my genetics

Never been apologetic

Polish on nails, I still get it

You don't, you synthetic

Go practice your alphabet

All else is failing and yet I ain't broke, I don't regret a move leading up to it

I don't sweat when I'm handing out these tracks

Bump the whip n I fit with the best of em

Show? And I'm making a set, only take me a sec

When the tracks bump a festival

I know I gotta stay flexible

Hoes always acting so skeptical

Maybe cause I'm on a pedestal

Crazy how money expendable

All of this money it's spendable

Funny how quick we could spend it all

I'm investing in my spectacle

Making digits outta decimals

Bitch I would feature myself

Hoes know I could and I would

I got off teaching myself

That, a hoe never could

Gotta whole neighborhood

Got 'em covered yeah they good

Got some cover as we should

Not another minute shook

Got some other better hook

Plots I'm setting in the works

Take the bag? I got it took

Lurk while working, in the book

I don't got a fuck for your flex

Your neck or your wrist or your checks

You look five-dollar pack

Already got it so don't holler back

Got a wallet getting fat

Make it fit, got pants with bag

Fuck your fit just take it back

Suck a dick cause it's your bad

Fuck your opinion cause bitch it's my track

Tuck in your ego, I'll make you look bad

Fuck any people jealous of my bag

Lacking bitches dragging down on they ass

Lap a bitch fore he realize I'm ahead

Stacks of racks surrounding me, and my bread

Ain't another bitch dripped like

Slick from the top down, wrist glistening

Gifts in my trap house, Christmas shit

Flipped and I'm out now, kicking bitch

This a sting op, drop clips on a bitch

No lights on in the park, still lit

Count 5 pigs, they plot, we lick

Mount my shit, n they drop, we dip