MakeWopHouseGreatAgain

[Intro]
You know how I'm rocking, bitch
Alien Cult Mob, So Icy Sorcerer Boyz
If you ain’t So Icy Boyz, nigga, fuck you, nigga, suck my dick, bitch
Alien Cult Mob, brr, brr, well okay, okay

[Verse]
I'm the Wopmann, but I'd rather download just fucking Steam
So Icy Wopmann, you can’t touch me, if you do, your fingers sting
Bitch, I got a couple hundreds, and you know my diamonds bling
Shawty dance on me, and you know that bitch attached to my strings
Would've wore the PRP's, but I just threw lean on my jeans
RIP my little whoadie, he took pills with Ketamine
I don't even close my eyes, seen the devil in my sleep
Sell my eyesight, here you look, you ain't seen what I seen
Man, my mind infiltrated, I'm never faded
If you talk fucking crazy, you gеt levitated
The Glock sеventeen, nigga, but I'm not a rapist
When I hit his fucking block, no one could save him
And the beef can't be over till he on the pavement
Patient, waiting, hopped out on him, bop, bop, bop, like a Jamaican
Had to cut some niggas off, ’cause it got flaky just like dandruff
Dandruff, niggas dangerous, can’t have a nigga around you like that
And you smiling
But I can see through the crack in your teeth is filled with envy, nigga
Ritual experiences, nigga lied, he looked like he just want to kill me, nigga
Hating nigga, better not turn your eye on that nigga, 'cause he like Scream
Close your eyes, that nigga gon’ try to stab you in your spleen
Backstabbing ass nigga, we already know what we got to do with your kind
Destroy everybody that don't got the same brain thinking as mine
I want to call the niggas that shot 50 Cent in his shit like nine times
I want to tell them that, "Y'all suck, motherfucker"
Y'all would’ve needed like nine more motherfucking nines
I just got into beef with every nigga, I'ma need nine more nines
Your shooter just got into beef
You was fighting with that blower like mind no mind
Them niggas just Instagram trolling
So I'm not even gon' pay that boy, nevermind
I would've back then when I was broke, you should've picked a better time
When I brought the shooters, I be about the racks out like it's cheddar time
Bitch ass nigga, I don't even got more rhymes for your bitch ass, ha-ha