Billy Marchiafava Whip Cream Lyrics

[Intro:]
Off the dome baby
I am the smartest man alive!
Yuh
Wait, where's the beat?

[Verse]
Bad bitch super thick like Whipped Cream
I finessed your chick last night, that's a wet dream
All gold wrist might blind you need some visine
Onomatopoeia these bitches, i give her pipey
I make dollars I don't need to make sense
So don't mind me bitch I'm still gun flex
Like what?
You wear fake Rolex
And you and girl collect unemployment checks

Like ayye
Pull up skrrt
Pull up damn'
Pull up skrrt
Pull up yeah
Pull up skrrt
Pull up damn
Pull up skrrt
Pull up yeah

What's good with it brody?
Yo sister just called I hit her with the addy
Now Billy glowed up I'm f*ckin' with a baddie I just called the Uber she gun' ride me like a caddy

Like what
Chillin in the cut
Said she wanna roll with me I told her roll it up
If you got some money motherf*cka throw it up
This a f*ckin' party yeah we all turnin up
If u didn't know a motherf*cka glossed up
And btw yo favorite rapper washed up
Underground god bitch you know I'm comin' up
And you know a motherf*cka gassed up

Like what
Pull up skrrt
Pull up damn'
Pull up skrrt
Pull up yeah
Pull up skrrt
Pull up damn
Pull up skrrt
Pull up yeah

What's good with it homie?
Yo sister just called I hit her with the addy
Now Billy glowed up I'm f*ckin' with a baddie
I just called the Uber she gun' ride me like a caddy