Massa Sir

Can I whip it like massa sir
While my wrist put in time
Make that dope, jump and say massa sir
Whip it like massa sir (Oh Lord!)
In the field with the white
Moving work all night like massa sir
I got more chains than a fucking slave
And I still work for them Jeffersons
Even in their grave
I don’t fuck with niggas on the KKK
Only be bullets in my door so please don’t catch a straight
It’s been a really, really long and hot day
Standing in the middle of the field
Nigga I don’t need to say it
I’m in New York moving packs from the underground
Railroad train
If Nat Turner was here, he may do the same
So can I whip it like massa sir
While my wrist put in time
Make that dope, jump and say massa sir
Whip it like massa sir (Oh Lord!)
In the field with the white
Moving work all night like massa sir
Up rob whipping on that polish
Genie, rash nigga fetch the Brazilian
Bikini, they disappear like the nigga magic
Houdini, on the stove whipping white in the pot
It’s fettuccine with the chicken sauce
And this bitch wanna lick it off
Damn why you wanna lick it off?
Pitch up to picture us
I knew that I was missing soft
In the trap by myself with the kitchen locked
Can’t trust nobody, even blood family they’ll do you
That’s why I keep the banger on me at the least with the fat clip
Even at the family reunion
Gotta get the trap hotter it ain’t booming
So I’m whipping up the curry with the cumin
I’m out here, I’m maneuvering
In my new white whip I’m zooming
Can I whip it like massa sir
While my wrist put in time
Make that dope, jump and say massa sir
Whip it like massa sir (Oh Lord!)
In the field with the white
Moving work all night like massa sir