TYGKO, William Crooks - Whisper Mode Lyrics

(Yeah)
(TYGKO)
Yo, what the fuck is really up?
They gon' prolly need someone to pick him up
I be with the freakazoid
Know they sick of us
I'm a mu'fuckin' sicko boy
Don't you twist it up
I be twistin' up
Like a tornado
Someone pick him up
No one has yet
Bars
I'm a rapsmith, wordsmith
Watch your mouth
Or you get your words minced
What's the worst that can happen?
Captain of a floor ship
But I still get more support
Than a forklift
Get a team lift
Before your knees buckle
I'm already on number three
No more for me, bucko
Outside I find peace
In watching trees rustle
But I'll knock your canopy off
You get me p'd off
(Shhh)
Crooks said that Willy's here
Stay in your lane, swerve off the road
You might hit a deer
Yeah, my glasses broken
But my vision's clear
I talked to God about it, yup
I'm still fuckin' here
On my death bed
Prolly still fuckin' smoked out
Say a couple prayers for me
Just to keep the ghosts out
Sippin' amaretto on a boat
Somewhere off the coast
Took a left at my last rights
And then the sun explode
If all dogs go to heaven
I hope I see you when I get there
And tell big bro
Money's still in the top drawer of the dresser
(It's just no drawer on it
But I mean, it's in the... it's in the same place)
Get the cash out your wallet
Quit tryna save face
Or get hit with a stray Beyblade
Then put it on the web
Like eight legs
The day I'm dead I'm taking all
My music off the internet
You better enjoy it
Or think again
If you think I'm playing
(I'm just kiddin', though)
Just got an update
We been staying up late
Willy Crooks
This one for the books we illustrate
Get took to a rough place if you frustrate
No space for the police
Nigga fuck 12
(I do not like the police)
Long sleeves with my legs out
I'm stunnin'
Everything I planned last year
I done it
I'm a rock star
In a car goin' a hunnid (Aye)
(Skrrr)
I done got far
But I still ain't got no money (fuck!)
(Fuck!)
(You see this guy?)
(Yeah)
(He's wilin')
(Whatchu yellin' about?)
(Shit)
(Whatchu... talkin' about?)
(Whoo!)

(Yeah)
(TYGKO)
Yo, what the fuck is really up?
They gon' prolly need someone to pick him up
I be with the freakazoid
Know they sick of us
I'm a mu'fuckin' sicko boy
Don't you twist it up
I be twistin' up
Like a tornado
Someone pick him up
No one has yet
Bars
I'm a rapsmith, wordsmith
Watch your mouth
Or you get your words minced
What's the worst that can happen?
Captain of a floor ship
But I still get more support
Than a forklift
Get a team lift
Before your knees buckle
I'm already on number three
No more for me, bucko
Outside I find peace
In watching trees rustle
But I'll knock your canopy off
You get me p'd off
(Shhh)
Crooks said that Willy's here
Stay in your lane, swerve off the road
You might hit a deer
Yeah, my glasses broken
But my vision's clear
I talked to God about it, yup
I'm still fuckin' here
On my death bed
Prolly still fuckin' smoked out
Say a couple prayers for me
Just to keep the ghosts out
Sippin' amaretto on a boat
Somewhere off the coast
Took a left at my last rights
And then the sun explode
If all dogs go to heaven
I hope I see you when I get there
And tell big bro
Money's still in the top drawer of the dresser
(It's just no drawer on it
But I mean, it's in the... it's in the same place)
Get the cash out your wallet
Quit tryna save face
Or get hit with a stray Beyblade
Then put it on the web
Like eight legs
The day I'm dead I'm taking all
My music off the internet
You better enjoy it
Or think again
If you think I'm playing
(I'm just kiddin', though)
Just got an update
We been staying up late
Willy Crooks
This one for the books we illustrate
Get took to a rough place if you frustrate
No space for the police
Nigga fuck 12
(I do not like the police)
Long sleeves with my legs out
I'm stunnin'
Everything I planned last year
I done it
I'm a rock star
In a car goin' a hunnid (Aye)
(Skrrr)
I done got far
But I still ain't got no money (fuck!)
(Fuck!)
(You see this guy?)
(Yeah)
(He's wilin')
(Whatchu yellin' about?)
(Shit)
(Whatchu... talkin' about?)
(Whoo!)