Whoops

[Intro]
Young Quill

[Verse]
Yeah, I'm radical, this music I'm making is magical
Ayy, they love to bring the hate, but wait, this guy is great
Doing shit you've never heard of, yeah, Cock can kick the dirt up
With a mask around my face, I put an ass up in my face
I like the taste, momma taught me clean my plate and never waste a single bite
I'm up all night making hits so I can live legit
Ayy, and it might seem like I am nothin' now
But nothin's become somethin'
Then always, I be chillin' at the ball game
And in the hallway, people blastin' my music from faraway
The harder way, chose to live life and now I'm always paid
These guys can't understand me, so how they gonna manage me?
Insanity, the way I spit the game and use profanity
Exacto reason why this strap up on my side
Pump my dick until I die, yeah, I'm a real weird guy
I'm a weirdo, playin' my music from here to there, though
You scared, ho?

[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, you scared, ho?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you scared, ho?
Yeah-yeah, yeah, you scared, ho?
Yeah, yeah, you scared, ho?

[Chorus]
Whoops! Yeah, I fucked another beat up
If I can do it 10 more times, I'll kick my feet up
Ayy, and I ain't got much to say
I just do it my own way and now I'm paid, I'm in the shade, like
Chillin', like, pass me another bottle
The money start to come and I turn these bitches to models
Like, ooh, now I'm too hard to handle
I'm scared of the rappers like Monsters Inc. like I'm Randall

[Outro]
Like, ayy, ayy, ayy, are you scared, ho?
Yeah, yeah, are you scared, ho?
Ayy, yeah, are you scared, ho?
Yeah, are you scared, ho?
Yeah, are you scared, ho?