J2 - LookOut/Don't Do Whippits Lyrics

I jump out the rave crowd
Eyes looking wide as a bitch you can tell I'm in space
She told me to pullout
And I cannot tell my bitch no so my kids landed all on her face
The opps wanna shootout
But I'm gonna step up the father way
Spank him put him in his place
You might wanna lookout
Yeah, you might wanna lookout
Lil boy you don't wanna come hang with us
Up at the top of the ceiling you chasing us
High as a bitch smoking strong kind of Dosidos
Sold her the quarter she told me to up the dose
Sold her the zip and she told me to up the dose
That's when I knew she was prolly gone up and blow
Boy I was wrong all she wanted was hella smoke
Inside of the dance floor we got hella low
Got her Givenchy luh shorts for the show
Grabbing her hand cus she really don't know
What bout to hit her now she on the floor
Molly inside of my muhf*ckin system this room bout to turn to a maze
Whippits on top of your shit ain't no wonder yo ass really thinking delayed
Huh
Diesel inside of my healthy ass lungs all my doctors prescribe broccoli
Skip the prescription I'm writing my own all my people was calling me street pharmacist
Look at my earrings I'm wearing them THC diamonds my hearing is high as a bitch
Listen to god and he told me to go get your own all I heard was"Just go hit a lick"
I jump out the rave crowd
Eyes looking wide as a bitch you can tell I'm in space
She told me to pullout
And I cannot tell my bitch no so my kids landed all on her face
The opps wanna shootout
But I'm gonna step up the father way
Spank him put him in his place
You might wanna lookout
Yeah, you might wanna lookout
Getting in my zone
Electronic flow
Can you even follow?
When I switch the tone
Talk yo ass down
Right into the floor
Take her outta town
When she flip the dough
Overheating like a overused pistol
Breaking through the wall, blitzing position
Money formation my pockets political
Changed up the game and yo shit be so minimal
Can you take control?
Hotter when I'm cold
Catch me by surprise
We gone get it on
Harder than a pole
When you get on top
When the molly hit
Ain't no way to stop
Bad bitch she gone show out in private
Next blunt up gotta get higher
Next man up I got the call
Step up to the zone and we ready to ball!
Inside of the dance floor we got hella low
Got her Givenchy luh shorts for the show
Grabbing her hand cus she really don't know
What bout to hit her now she on the floor
Molly inside of my muhf*ckin system this room bout to turn to a maze
Whippits on top of your shit ain't no wonder yo ass really thinking delayed
Whippits on top of yo shit ain't no wonder yo ass really running behind
Whippits on top of yo shit ain't no wonder yo ass really falling behind