“Whiplash’d” is an accurate reaction to the rate and extent of success that Xavier Wulf has achieved. The track features a single verse with no accompanying chorus, where Wulf makes it clear that he is a… Read More [Verse] I already decided bitch that I don’t need no side kick Pull up profiling Pull out pro-style bitch Every time I see her she look like she ain’t gon' ever forget Pull up with a torch lit These rappers can’t afford shit Boy pull off you rented it We laugh until we finish bitch Hoes getting hip to it They noticing your flaws and shit Pull up to my crib whole pad fully furnished bitch And I got some extra shit Art pieces so articulate Shawty came through asking how you make the lights like this? Her niggas roll skimpy spliffs I roll what all will fit in it Ice castle magic leave your bitch in here you won't re-get All these rappers wack Don’t care about features only my own shit I only own my own shit and all my shit owned bitch Pull up to my section Watch the smoke replace the air in there Why he let his girl in here? It's cool escort her to the rear Dumped his ass 30 minutes later then we duck and dip Better tuck your bitch before I make her duck and lick They so sick of me, who? She so sick of me, who? She said how dare you fire that L You ain't pass that blunt to me Psych I better not bitch I pass that to my charlatan I'm smoking on some big blunts of some just for me Nah I ain't ever gave no fuck about the other team You see Hollow Squad The Coffin Fleet guillotine I pull up doing 100 to whoever like they needed me You bitch! Who?