The Whistle Song

Yeah, ayo we still gon’ hustle hard

I ain’t sweet nigga I don’t spit them truffle bars

Shortie know the deal so she might as well shuffle card

Used to watch Appollo and now we higher than shuttles are

RealChiddy, follow it, only like the ladies that swallow spit

That’s when I’m not in the stu and I’m hopping out with the crew

It’s just everyday shit to us, but super hot to you

Uh, I said they made a cold can’t be serial

Wake up with a blunt and put it right by my cereal

Hip hop that’s my shit and I’mma take the time to put it out

I’m indecisive, but I’m packing bowls when in doubt

I could rap with y’all twice, this is what you call life

Chiddy, I be hooping so I need a basketball wife

Niggas just be looking at me, that is what I call sight

But fuck are we on? I guess I never have an off night

It’s serious, they don’t fuck with Chiddy, they delirious

Quick to get the kitty, I kill it if I’m curious

Yeah, that boy fly kinda like a falcon

And why that mixtape shit sounded like an album?

I got a wardrobe so I be forever styling

Don’t give your number out, them ladies probably never dialing

You can’t fade me, motherfuck your barber

I got a life coach and the skills way harder

See how I shave up, windows down when we bake up

I be killing them beats, now they putting the yellow tape up

French girls making me breakfast, I got a crepe up

Probably smearing her makeup after I put my cape up

Fast lane, yeah I still can’t slow up

And when you least expected, that is when I show up

And when they see me back a hater gon’ throw up

And you should try to be like me when you grow up