Whoopty Whoo

[Intro]
(God bless the scammers)
(DODBH)
Huh?
1Hunnit
CDT 4L, nigga, Dog Shit, pussy, SMB

[Verse]
Big-body long-sleeve how I play it for the winter
Hoppin' out the Benz Sprinter, up dog shit on you lil' niggas (Dog shit)
What you know about that servin' shit, lil' rookie-ass nigga?
You ain't ever had a ten, you lil' pussy-ass nigga
I had to blow the whoopty-whoo, show 'em what that blitz about (Show 'em)
Niggas start actin' like hoes, find out they dick in your bitch mouth
Told her she can chill with him, but steal some mail back from his house
I'm ridin' hostile with the Glock, lookin' for boy like, "Point him out"
Brought the birdmans to the hood, then I start fuckin' up the 'jects
All my chains look like Lil Wayne's back in 2000, peep the neck (Bling)
Went to Hutch and spent a check, they made thе ochre face like Shrеk
Chrome Heart hangin' off my ass, I'm losin' all granny respect (Sorry, granny)
She said, "You gon' go to hell," I dare the devil, Ben Affleck (I dare him)
I got on somethin' that I can't spell, but I just like what's on the back (Can't spell it)
I just poured three sixes up like Project Pat, my pop is black (Okay)
Drive the Maybach like Rick Ross, them niggas thought 2Pac was back, nigga
Huh? (Get your motherfucking money up)
You heard that, nigga? That's the money counter
Get your motherfucking money up
Bad bitches, I scratch 'em off like DJs by the ones and twos
I hand-in-hand like auntie, what you need? You come for one or two? (One or two?)
I think he sweet, he one and two, we up the blick and bang his fruit (Grrah)
Squidward Tentacles, right out thin air, hop out and blow a flute
Lil' dweeb-ass, perpin' fluke
I'm gettin' head, throwin' my hood up, tryna make her puke
We all out here havin' things, just pick one out the group (We havin' things for real)
I know the opps think this Drac' sound better on mute
Unky got some Ice Spice orange balls, he hoop (Let's go)
And I be with DSM how I send my troops (Dog Shit)
Fully AK made of wood, this the grown-man group (This the fully)
I'm finna meet up with the plug in a grown-man suit
Like come on, bring out the whoopty-whoo
Drive that foreign like a space cadet, hang out the window chuckin' set
My bitch so fuckin' bougie, only diamonds make her pussy wet (So motherfuckin' bougie)
Put them country boys on ice cubes, I'ma cap like they ain't made it yet
Dog food in the kitchen, throw the spoon, unc' get to playin' fetch
A hundred pounds sittin' on your counter feel better than make-up sex
I hate when niggas get to talkin', feelin' mighty, sendin' empty threats
My bitch won't even talk, you ain't got a hundred, we can make the bet (Won't even talk to you dweeb-ass niggas)
I do BOGOs just for promo, you buy one, I'ma throw in the rest
Huh? Nigga, say it with your chest
We head tappin' for sure, you think you 50 Cent, man, lose the vest
Pockets stuffed so motherfuckin' sloppy, walked in, made a mess
Sent the bitch to Timbuktu with nothin' stuffed, like, ho, this just a test
And you know I wear my Sunday best (Sunday best every day)
I walked in lookin' like a shag rug, this a Marni vest
I'm in the Lab with Dog Shit, 1Hunnit Johnny Test
Fresh out the shower laced with Baccarat, this ain't Caress
Batman coupe, I'm comin' Adam West

[Outro]
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