Ubiquitous - Whips lyrics

[Verse 1: Godemis] I'm footloose, y'all be like "Damn," maintain with the right brain Y'all ain't do it like Strange, finna burn y'all when the light change I'm ski skirting, getting small and I'm in a straight line on my jackshift Trying to shake haters I'm a playmaker blacking out in oncoming traffic Just imagine if, the frame was a little bit lighter considering drag lift I could probably clear a row of buses on you motherf**ers for trying to nab with Don't get mad b**h, better jet son, want a bad b**h? Go and get one I'm that quick, s** a fat dick, wanna rap up, need to get done s** it, I enter I might rip, burning this rubber I might slip Struggling tryna get my grip, doing 80 right over the spike strips With the pedalin motoring, going and so when I run it, then I'ma just fly through it If you ain't numero uno you a** and probably don't do it like I do it Go [Verse 2: Ubiquitous] Yo, if you can't hang y'all that's peace, see I B.Y.O.B I bang y'all on beats, and I bet your backyard obese, b**h Better believe I'm bombastic, bro know that my ball that big Y'all fabric, fabricated in a fabergé egg sack sh** In a nutshell y'all cornballs, that's corn nuts y'all done warmed up Snatching out on this bad traffic, I'm an a**hole and my horn's stuck I switched lanes, like Rittz came in the backseat with this thick mane I'm an athlete, y'all are Mitch Bade and yo b**h came with a Ixnay Uh, let me explain, got a sick brain, I was born nuts Now, who's the master? Sho Nuff, ask J, yo you know it ain't no hold up (Ay!) You don't have to answer, the fact is you can't survive the standard Don't act as if, I ain't had your b**h holding me close like I'm a tiny dancer (Ah) Now back on the highway, counting these headlights, get ya head right I stand by, y'all out the car on the side of the street getting red lights I see y'all stuck going round and around and around a bout I secure the trophy, count 'em out, Beverly Hills down and out