Sometimes it's the only spot that you got
So just wait for the drop

You can catch me in the back of the whip
I’m trying to mack on this chick and see if her ass is legit
Heating up the track with my volcanic ashy spit
To get my pockets creaming I might have to dip
But tonight I’d like to have a sip
So you can see a balla kick in the back of the whip
Maxed out to the tip with how I am lit

You can catch me in the back of the whip
I’m trying to mack on this chick
Wanna straight snack on some tits
A playa wanna her screaming louder than when Shannon is mad at Skip
Tonight I’m feeling better than alright while the evening hours pass and drift
Now she’s stuck on me like how a cactus stick
And it’s all due to my dashing wits
Tell her to have a sit doesn’t matter whose ride but we are in the back of it
A fella’s charmed with how her fashion drip
She’s hella armed with brash sass and hips
Never known her, but it kinda feels like our souls of the past perhaps did
If she wants to take a chance with the kid I tell her she can take a grasp on my tip
But if it’s no good you can be passing it
If ya want but we could get passionate like fire in your souls
Fire flows that stay rolling like tires go when you be dashing quick
Beat hitting harder than when you’re playing street fighter and be mashing sticks
My verse occurs like a curse think that’s blasphemous
I’ll make you vanish just like a magic trick
It’s so ravenous striking with rapid hits
Flow will hurt ya like you kayaking where the Rapids live
Can you withstand the blasts that I rip
When I’m spinning the rhymes out I’m tripping ya mind out
Like you on a massive bad trip but no time for that ish
You know where I’m trying to get yeah to the back of the whip

You can catch me in the back of the whip
I’m trying to mack on this chick and see if her ass is legit
Heating up the track with my volcanic ashy spit
To get my pockets creaming I might have to dip
But tonight I’d like to have a sip
So you can see a balla kick in the back of the whip
Maxed out to the tip with how I am lit

On is gone from all the yak I swigged and that is not the last on the list
Staying on like the flash that emits from the lit-up signs that you pass on the strip
You know Wuk be taller so those fools look smaller than Rick Moranis
In honey I shrunk the kids
I tell a honey I’m what a young stunta is
A playa can carry going in like Derrick Henry
You know I can run with this
But she can do that thing with the cherry you know what I’m talking bout son
With her tongue and her lips
Can do the same thing as me mayne
What's that make it bust with the spit
So I’d love to hit the dance floor fa sho ya know but
How bout we meet in the back of the whip

You can catch me in the back of the whip
I’m trying to mack on this chick and see if her ass is legit
Heating up the track with my volcanic ashy spit
To get my pockets creaming I might have to dip
But tonight I’d like to have a sip
So you can see a balla kick in the back of the whip
Maxed out to the tip with how I am lit