Doss the Artist - Shapeshift the Whip lyrics

[Intro] I come and go, was waiting for, the world to end (Let's get it on, yeah!) Now that, the truth, is just, a rule, that you, can bend (hold up) [Hook] Shapeshift the whip (hold that) Shapeshift the whip (Yeah) Shapeshift the whip (Spazz on you f**ers mane) Shapeshift the whip (Doss the Artist on 'em) Shapeshift the whip Shapeshift the whip (Yeah, f**ing awesome) [Verse 1: Doss the Artist] And my whip, know it's mean as sh** So mean and ridic Motor City b**h Let the top strip show city tits Paint dripping like it's water Floating like I'm chosen, swerving Push the pedal down to the ocean floor then let's go (Let's go) Black man in the future on the road I'm flying Got something twisted guaranteed to get you higher (Don't care) Don't care, so no chauffeur, no sir Bad b**hes are my designated drivers, alright [Chorus 1: Greenlee (Hook in background)] When my drop tops flyin' I will not stop Ridin' I'm looking for them haters, where they at stop hidin' n***as going hate but the hoes don't like you Flying through the city on some bold a** license [Chorus 2: Doss the Artist (Hook in background)] Yeah, and I'm spazzing on you fakers, smell me later b**h I'm trying to get mine (mane) I'm on my 9Lives (mane) Higher than the ceiling when I'm pushing whips and limo tinted windows on the side, a moment let's ride [Verse 2: Doss the Artist] Rollin', rollin' ain't no telling what I'm holdin' Engine going hammer speed girls is going "Jordan back" [?] full of women 'Bout to fit 4 in the back, 3 if you fat Now alright, it's me in the front, hand on the pump Clutching the wheel, pa**ing the piff damn if I stunt Audible gunk, yelling peace to you punks Soon as I pull up at the party your b**h asked can she come and I said "Yeah, sure, hop in" [Chorus 1: Greenlee (Hook in background)] When my drop tops flyin' I will not stop Ridin' I'm looking for them haters, where they at stop hidin' n***as going hate but the hoes don't like you Flying through the city on some bold a** license [Chorus 2: Doss the Artist (Hook in background)] Yeah, and I'm spazzing on you fakers, smell me later b**h I'm trying to get mine I'm on my 9Lives Higher than the ceiling when I'm pushing whips and limo tinted windows on the side, a moment let's ride [Verse 3: Greenlee] Mr. Plymouth, Rock again, lock him in, rock with him It'll save you n***as some time like the cotton gin Boy I'm 'bout the hottest with vowels and consonants Constantly sh**ting on the part of my [?] Compliments to [?] this is what I owe y'all Nuts so, n***as tried to play your boy with no ball I go hard like rigor mortis setting in Tell a girl to tell a friend "I am too intelligent" [Hook in background] Wait, edit quick that was too benevolent Shoutout all the local rappers who used to be relevant Never been a moment where I felt out of my element Except for elementary cause I was on some clever sh** Don't think it's ever been a pre-established precedent A n***a balling this hard shoutout to my Letterman Swag terminally ill, why try medicine? And I'm more connected then [?] [Outro: Greenlee] Boy, cause I spazz on you n***as man Spazz on you n***as man Cause I spazz on you n***as man I west side spazz on you n***as man (Right) [Doss the Artist] Doss the Artist on 'em, Greenlee, you're a beast n***a yeah, yeah [Hook]