Whisper Mode (feat. William Crooks)

(Yeah) (TYGKO) Yo, what the fuck is really up? They gon' prolly need someone to pick him up I be with the freakazoid Know they sick of us I'm a mu'fuckin' sicko boy Don't you twist it up I be twistin' up Like a tornado Someone pick him up No one has yet Bars I'm a rapsmith, wordsmith Watch your mouth Or you get your words minced What's the worst that can happen? Captain of a floor ship But I still get more support Than a forklift Get a team lift Before your knees buckle I'm already on number three No more for me, bucko Outside I find peace In watching trees rustle But I'll knock your canopy off You get me p'd off (Shhh) Crooks said that Willy's here Stay in your lane, swerve off the road You might hit a deer Yeah, my glasses broken But my vision's clear I talked to God about it, yup I'm still fuckin' here On my death bed Prolly still fuckin' smoked out Say a couple prayers for me Just to keep the ghosts out Sippin' amaretto on a boat Somewhere off the coast Took a left at my last rights And then the sun explode If all dogs go to heaven I hope I see you when I get there And tell big bro Money's still in the top drawer of the dresser (It's just no drawer on it But I mean, it's in the... it's in the same place) Get the cash out your wallet Quit tryna save face Or get hit with a stray Beyblade Then put it on the web Like eight legs The day I'm dead I'm taking all My music off the internet You better enjoy it Or think again If you think I'm playing (I'm just kiddin', though) Just got an update We been staying up late Willy Crooks This one for the books we illustrate Get took to a rough place if you frustrate No space for the police Nigga fuck 12 (I do not like the police) Long sleeves with my legs out I'm stunnin' Everything I planned last year I done it I'm a rock star In a car goin' a hunnid (Aye) (Skrrr) I done got far But I still ain't got no money (fuck!) (Fuck!) (You see this guy?) (Yeah) (He's wilin') (Whatchu yellin' about?) (Shit) (Whatchu... talkin' about?) (Whoo!)