Meet The Whoops

[Intro: FMB DZ]
Ayy

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
Eatin' lamb chops in the Lam' truck
I got the shooters sittin' behind me in the Ram truck
Gotta play it smooth, watch my moves, can't get jammed up
We got all these niggas in they feelings, they can't stand us
I'll blow a nigga down for Skilla 'cause that's baby bro
Got a hundred stuffed in the chop, we let eighty go
Came out the crib light as hell today, just know I'm heavy, though
Got this rap shit in a headlock, this what they pay me for

[Verse 2: Jay Jullio]
I can spot an opp from down the street, cuddy, pull up
My jackboy ain't throwin' up gang signs, he put his hood up
Gang gang'll leave anybody if they ain't with us
Blood threw up 55, that's his way of sayin', "What up?"
Threw the scuddy on the shotty, kill for Addys, I want molly
Niggas hoed me when I was down, so when they ask mе, I ain't got it
If it ain't the money callin', I ain't answerin' for nobody
Pack thе AR in the Lam' 'cause we couldn't fit 'em in the 'Rari

[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
I got the Draco in the oldie, slidin' in the bubble Monte
I ain't wanna drive the foreign on my way to catch a body
I told Dolla pull up with DMoney, he got all the choppers
DZ took the pistol from me, we got flicked, he got the license, ah
Two-time felon, catch another one, then it's OD
Huh, tell me if you think that mean I still don't got one on me
Crack a joke 'bout the smoke, we gon' call that shit roast beef
I'm the ghost of the G.O.A.T., call Skuba Steve Kobe, duh

[Verse 4: Skilla Baby]
Huh? That's my ape call
I love disrespectin' ho niggas 'cause I hate y'all
I hate when hoes call my phone more than a prank call
I love shootin' Glocks, I ain't gotta take the safe off
Two bitches, one me 'cause I'm sleazy
My scam niggas get the fast money with a deezy (Huh?)
Bro'll wipe a nigga nose if he sneezin'
Psych, nah, we ain't wipin' shit, we gon' leave him

[Verse 5: Unkle DMoney]
I be out of bounds, runnin' plays from out of town
You in the crib, a family guy, I'm in the O with the Cleveland Brown
Money talk, broke nigga, you ain't gotta make not a sound
In my face talkin' 'bout nothin', I feel like Charlie Brown
Ayy, your bitch be dick suckin', she play my music when you not around
Bad bitch, but I'm straight, ain't have the bag and she shot me down
Whoop, I'm hip, they ain't expect for me to turn around
Grab a box of 'Woods, bro, close the door, I'm thumbin' through a pile

[Verse 6: Kerch Dolla]
Most of my life, I been ostracized
Why they nabbed me for attempt, because nobody died
When I fuck, kiss her in her mouth 'cause she like saliva
Dick so big, she can feel it when I'm not inside her
I'm shootin' pool, nigga, free 8 Ball
I'm in the county, wrote my name on the state wall
Got out of jail, run up eighty in my state drawers
I ran into the opps in the club, it's a face-off

[Verse 7: FMB DZ]
I been chillin' for too long, this the get-back
We done got too big for the opps, this a mismatch
Caught him sittin' in the barber chair and push his shit back
All that gangster shit he was talkin', he wasn't with that

[Verse 8: Sada Baby]
Press a button while I take my morning shit, get you a shit bag
My white boy be actin' like a nigga, think he RiFF RAFF
Your people got muscles for no reason, think he Timbaland
Put the press on his pussy ass, he ain't into that, ah

[Verse 9: FMB DZ & Sada Baby]
My nigga put a dub on his neck, you slappin' in the hood
These niggas ain't livin' what they rap, they just rappin' good
I gotta keep the chopper in the vent, I'm trappin' in the hood
Put a nigga soul in a grinder, wrap him in a 'Wood
Put a nigga body in a soup just for playin' with Whoop
We'll put a hundred on your coupe, we got niggas spooked
Hmm, we'll put your face in a chain if you play with gang
Ain't nobody show up to the funeral 'cause that nigga lame, duh

[Verse 10: Jay Jullio]
Ain't nobody tryna play with us, that shit obvious
Give the opps a gun, they still ain't hittin' shit like they tried to miss
Grab my rod before I leave the crib like I'm tryna fish
If I can't use the bitch address, then I ain't tryna hit

[Verse 11: Skilla Baby]
If I can't use the bitch pussy like a Pocket
Then I don't want it, I'd rather get high like a rocket
Stuey ain't scammin', he opp shoppin'
See a ho nigga face when we slide, we gon' punch it

[Verse 12: Unkle DMoney]
Yeah, firin' up big 'Woods, a Bic can't do it, you gotta use a torch
Scam, every punch I throw fire, I'm the Human Torch
I'm talkin' Fantastic Five, Skub don't do the fours
I'm still hittin' drank, I love my red bitch, I don't abuse the ho

[Verse 13: Kerch Dolla]
I can build your self-esteem, then I can snatch it all
We clean cards for ten percent, we can max you out
Have you ever got burnt off head?
We stay livin' that one life, don't give a fuck who dead