Kung Fu

Hey and 'bout that boy they 'bout to doubt her day
 Over that girl they about to doubt it
 That we fuck her 'til it's good good
 I got my customers in the hood hood
 I got my customers in the hood hood
 The dope game is my sport
 Welcome to the wild world of snort
 They quoting thirty-six a kilo
 Nah, they wasn't 36'ing me though
 Niggas pushing thirty with thirty thousand tweets
 Without thirty thousand dollars, don't even deserve to speak, nigga
 Counter-clockwise my wrist go
 Counter-clockwise my wrist go
 They know I got that wrist craft covered
 I had a ballerina standing on her tippy toes
 And when I cut my dope I'm standing on my tippy toes
 Better put that work inside the pot
 Cook, cook, cook, whip it up
 Whip it up, whip it up
 Whip it up, whip it up
 Whip it up, whip it up
 Whip it up, whip it, whip it
 It all started from my wrist
 Woo, I kept it snowing through the blitz
 God, cross promoting in the fashion world
 Shit I got Adidas selling bricks
 Rolled to the wrist flow, poppin' like Crisco
 We was buying Macklemore, cooked it in the Klitschko
 Counter-clockwise my wrist go
 Counter-clockwise my wrist go
 Hey and 'bout that boy they 'bout to doubt her day
 Over that girl they about to doubt it
 That we fuck her 'til it's good good
 I got my customers in the hood hood
 I got my customers in the hood hood
 They know I got that wrist craft covered
 I had a ballerina standing on her tippy toes
 And when I cut my dope I'm standing on my tippy toes
 Better put that work inside the pot
 Cook, cook, cook, whip it up
 Whip it up, whip it up
 Whip it up, whip it up
 Whip it up, whip it up
 Whip it up, whip it, whip it
 Whip it up, whip it up
 Whip it up, whip it up
 Whip it up, whip it up
 Whip it up, whip it, whip it