[Verse 1:]

I got two jobs, that's two side hustles

I'm moving single, working triple

And I rhyme double

Just did that 7AM until that 9P

But we got studio so you know where to find me

I don't give a fuck about sun up or the sun down

Picks these girls like touch down and playing lines like come round (?)

I've been feeling worn out but I can't catch a Z-Z-Z

I gotta do it over re-re-peat

I've been pinching pennies, nickels out the drawer (?) do this change while he tells me put a smirk

I'm under worked and under paid

Then collect my minimum wage, whip back to the pizzeria

Praying the tips are fat, the green growing like Chia

Clock out and I'll see ya, hit the mic and I'm scheming

Gotta cook up some merch and flip paper like reading

JR been magazining and spending time with my people

I got her looking graphic like NATGEO, believe em'

[Chorus:]

Whip it, whip it, down my east side

Fuck kicking feet high, jump til I touch the moon

Thinking for my shake, you ain't ever have to quake

Lil homie that was up to you, yeah

Whipping down my east side, fuck kicking feet high

Jump til I touch the moon, yeah, ayy

Thinking for my shake, you ain't ever have to quake

Lil homie that was up to you, yeah, uh

[Verse 2:]

Down here for the night

It's a kid with the fire

Whip the toy, yo-the light

It's a land, in Dubai

They say: "Can I just try?"

I have rocks in my hand

Now it's dough in my mind

That's like two different kinds

Let em' diss, no response

And they diss, swear to god

Like your shit do be gay

You could make like a buck off from ten different plays

Or do one fucking show and get paid, ayy, okay

Just make the check out to the boy I bet the tellers will know

I run with animals around me like the fur is in faux

I got these hoes, life, and weird girls on kawaii with the stroke

I need the laser focused on me, I been taking on jokes

You really taking on tokes

You need your light handing up

I send it back to my house

Then I'm light coping it up

I got a fu-fu-fu-fuck

I cannot read what I wrote

Because my hand writing is trash

Okay, not I gotta go (Swag)

[Chorus:]

Whip it, whip it, down my east side

Fuck kicking feet high, jump til I touch the moon

Thinking for my shake, you ain't ever have to quake

Lil homie that was up to you, yeah

Whipping down my east side, fuck kicking feet high

Jump til I touch the moon, yeah, ayy

Thinking for my shake, you ain't ever have to quake

Lil homie that was up to you, yeah, uh