The Whistle Song

[Verse 1] Ayo, we still gon' hustle hard I ain't sweet, nigga, I don't spit them truffle bars Shorty know the deal so she might as well shuffle cards Used to watch Apollo and now we're higher than shuttles are Real Chiddy, follow it Only like the ladies that, swallow, spit That's when I'm not in the stu' and I'm hoppin' out with the crew It's just everyday shit to us, but super high to you, uh I said obey the code, can't be serial Wake up with a blunt and put it right by my cereal Hip-hop, that's my shit and I'ma take my time to put it out I'm indecisive but I'm packing bowls when in doubt I can rap with y'all twice, this is what you call nice Chiddy, I'll be hoopin' so I need a basketball wife Niggas just be lookin' at me, that is what they call sight But fuck it we on I guess I'll never have an off night [Break: Whistling sounds] [Verse 2] It's serious, they don't fuck with Chiddy, they delirious Quick to get the kitty, I'll kill it if I'm curious Yeah, that boy fly, kinda like a falcon Now, why that mixtape shit soundin' like an album? I got a wardrobe so I'll be forever stylin' Don't give your number out them ladies probably never dial it You can't fade me, muhfuck your barber I got a life coach and the skills way harder See how we scape up, windows up and we bake up I be killin' the beats, now they puttin' the yellow tape up French girls making me breakfast, I gotta crêpe up Probably smearing the make-up after I put my cape up Fast lane, yeah, I still can't slow up And when you least expect it, that is when I show up And they see me, bet a hater gon' throw up And you should try to be like me when you grow up [Outro: Whistling sounds and instrumental]