Wock in the Stock

[Verse 1: Whoppa Wit Da Choppa]
They be like damn what it is big Whop what you don't rap no more
Fuck this rap shit im tryna put some bullets in a dome
Get him gone heaven that boy address ima send him home
They said the murder rate go up when Whoppa drop a fucking song
Who gave this lil opp bitch my number playin on my phone
Put these bullets to a nigga fro and knock him out his zone
Keep yo clothes on lil bitch cuz i just want the dome
Where yo phone at lil bitch just leave it by the door
I woulda got a job but i ain't tryna go like P4K (Jumpout)
Opps always nervous when they view me see it in they face
I've been fuckin all these lil groupies they don't know they place
I ain't sparin hoes you wit a bitch im shootin off her lace
4 + 4 in the wood bitch im smokin big 8
I ain't tryna rap bitch lil hoe im tryna get my dick ate
Let me catch a opp in this bitch im lettin my blick spray
Got my homies tatted on my back rest in peace Nate
Im like who let all these snitches in
I don't got security bitch let my niggas in
4PF but i ain't Baby got these benjamins
Stupid bitch let me fuck she thought i was Twin
Im off these percys got me mixin tron with the hen
She thought i wanted her but i want her friend
You got a minute to write back im hittin unsend
I popped perc x 30 then beat her back in
This real life ain't no actin
Nigga you a bitch and i put that on my dead homie
You won't catch me lackin while im wit dat chop he keep that led on me
Shoot up the whole car and leave his homeboy dead on him
I ain't worried bout that pussy i been lookin at the head
What you ain't heard bout that last nigga
That stupid ass nigga died in that grass nigga
I heard he was playin football but them bullets faster
If you see me with Greenlight you finna see a pastor