Bobby & Whitney pt. 2 Lyrics

Huh

Control aye, Bobby and Whitney

Huh, yeah, huh

You know huh, I thought you was with me

Huh, yeah

My heart is real heavy

I still kept you stable

When money wasn't steady

I stand on two feet

Now that money be petty

I branded the Heat

In the Miami telly

Caresha my bitch

But I call her lil Kelly

She say smile for me daddy

She thought I was Nelly

My bitch trader jays

She eat vegan spaghetti

Ju miss pronounce diamonds

He call them bageddies

D fell on his sword

They nicknamed him Machete

Fuck a ding dong ditchin

In the school of hard knocks

We done burned all the bridges

And pissed out the pots

Dre kicked down the door

He ain't picking a lock

I pissed off the floor

When I bought all the mops

She say Audemar Tx

What time do you drop

Put the tape in the thermos

I thought it was hot

Been racing the Germans

I thought they was cops

Gave him too much credit

I thought he had glocks

Antetokounmpo fetti

We buy back the block

Don't assume I'm ready

Just wait for the single

Red bone black widow

I pass her the pistol

Hit from the back

Say fashizzle my nizzle

I been had the drip

I was missing the drizzle

I been cracked the code

I was solving the riddle

I been the been had the Flo

I was bein Progressive

I been let you go

No more being possessive

Now I can grow

I been being reflective

Play me like a hoe

I'm gone break the controllers

I'm in it waste deep

Bih you still on my shoulders

I'm playing fake sleep

While you still pillow talking

Her old nigga hating

He steady be stalking

Pupils dilated, Medusa been waiting

That penthouse was fronted

Down there at the basement

Mix designer with thrifty

I thought you was with me

I touch down and act like a thot in yo city

We both did drugs

We was Bobby and Whitney

You bobbin and weaving

I'm Robbin the Neiman's

Banned me from the Macy's

The judge name Big Lexi

I scream go Big Stacy

Caught me w the bitch

But I'm calling her crazy

Get money five ways

They still calling me lazy

Been up for nine days

Saying thanks to the addys

I been raising hell

But I'm not satin daddy

Break my bih outta

Cinci, the real Nasty Natti

Huh

Control aye, Bobby and Whitney

Huh, yeah, huh

You know huh, I thought you was with me

Huh, yeah, I thought you was with me