Whiplash – V9 (feat. Rv)

Brigades
Come on, Sapphire Beats
I beg man claim their brodie, before I get mad and awaken like Broly
That’s two holes in this aimless wap

Ching, splash, splatter backs, hop out the ding-dong van and crash (Bow, bow)
Approach me, you can’t turn like whiplash (Ayy) them man get chinged and say, “keep quiet” (Shh)
It spits fire (Brr), ten shots leaves his family crying (Damn)
Gang riding, tryna put a young boy where the ground is
Ching, splash, splatter backs, hop out the ding-dong van and crash (Bow, bow)
Approach me, you can’t turn like whiplash (Ayy) them man get chinged and say, “keep quiet” (Shh)
It’s fire (Brr), headshot leaves his family crying (Damn)
Gang riding, tryna put a young boy where the ground is

Rinse them teeth, no Listerine (Bow bow), bang that dotty and feel that heat (Brr, bow)
Get-got in your car tryna cool off seats (Ching, ching), should have got five on trap, man it’s beef (Some dickhead)
Must take gang for a Pac Man, what you mean we ain’t got no bodies? (Some dickhead)
I beg a man claim their brodie, before I get mad and awaken up like Broly
That’s two holes in this, so-sorry, I don’t know nuttin’ ’bout blanks
Double tap it, watch the crowd move mad, swing my suttin’ and watch man plank (Ching, ching)
Damn, protect your neck, are you mad? Sauce gon’-sauce gon’ spill when I catch this lad (That’s facts)
How can-how can you give man chat, when half of dem boy there ran? (Ayy, come here)
V9 too devilish, ching man’s dog like my homeboy Termz
Bankai’s got germs, don’t flinch, you can end up with worms
I don’t talk-I don’t talk, I just do it, Venomous bop and lose it
Leave your whole drip ruined, I can never stay back like Smalling

Ching, splash, splatter backs, hop out the ding-dong van and crash (Bow, bow)
Approach me, you can’t turn like whiplash (Ayy) them man get chinged and say, “keep quiet” (Shh)
It spits fire (Brr), ten shots leaves his family crying (Damn)
Gang riding, tryna put a young boy where the ground is
Ching, splash, splatter backs, hop out the ding-dong van and crash (Bow, bow)
Approach me, you can’t turn like whiplash (Ayy) them man get chinged and say, “keep quiet” (Shh)
It’s fire (Brr), headshot leaves his family crying (Damn)
Gang riding, tryna put a young boy where the ground is

(RV)
Passenger side of my best friend’s ride with the mop, but the car ain’t dirty (Skrr)
My rap sheet speaks for itself (Come on), I don’t need to say that I’m certi (Nah)
Nuttin’ but violent intentions (Violence), when me and bro take them journeys (Sliding)
If I never bussed that case, would have came out of jail when I was in my late 30s (Stress)
My man ran when the friend got-got, now he’s upset like “It should have been me” (Haha)
Then he got shanked by a guy in a bally (Ching, ching, ching, ching), who knows? That one could’ve been me
If I weren’t driving when bro got-got down shh, no lies it would’ve been me (Course)
Shoulda, coulda, woulda ’till I’m over them sides and I pull up and squeeze
Man can’t drive past opps, I’ll slap it in reverse and hit them brakes (Quickly)
Caught man getting his hair cut, that day more than his wig got shaved (Pissed)
Had the buj pack doing gymnastics, all of the-all of the flips are made
And the way that I whipped that white girl, you would’ve thought I was Christian Grey (Haha)