PLUTO, YKNIECE - WHIM WHAMIEE

Sun down I’ll be with the crew, you know we deep as fuck (We deep as fuck, ho)
He want me bad, heard he a duck
Can't get no coochie out the queen, put some Lulu on this butt (That Lululemon)
Fuck a stray, we gettin' money
Fresh to death when I pop out, ho, you forever lookin' funny (You lookin' funny, ho)
Free pickin', bitch, I'm with the gang
Called up brah, somethin' like a choir, they gon' let them dracos sing (Gr-da-da)


Whim, whim, bitch you burnt out (Yo)
Whim, whim, oh, bitch I'm turnt now (Oh, bitch, I'm turnt)
Catchin' plays, stay out the way (Mhm)
That's my type, I'm trying to fuck, bitch, and right now (Right now)


Yeah, we gettin' money (Huh?)
Yeah, we gettin' pape
Shake that ass, hit a split, throw that whim all in his face