Woop That Bitch (Hurt That Hoe)

[Intro]
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Bitch, shut the fuck up, get the fuck outta here
Yeeeeeah

[Bridge]
What, What
Murderer
What, What
Urgh, Urgh, Urgh, Urgh
What, What
Murderer
What, What, What

[Chorus]
Punk ass nigga constantly talkin' that shit
Gonna fucking come up missin', gon' get found in a ditch
I'll whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe
Whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe
And after the club, constantly runnin' his mouth
Trying to tell this motherfuckin' nigga
I'll whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe
Whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe

[Verse 1]
Turn the corner, run up on the marijuana
Smoke through headlights, holdin’ up my temper
Right, you bitches gots to die tonight
That’s a right, I’m down for fight
I'm super hype when blessin’ hoes
Talkin' ‘bout you got killas on payroll
But man, fuck them hoes, get them head socks
Grab them Glocks, I’m 'bout to do you in
Look at all the cheese you gon’ spend
On this deadly friend, man, you don’t know me
Think with your heart, better just soak up Mr. Raw
Fuckin’ 'round, pull your card, break the law, blow your ass off
Walk on heated like me, he didn’t really know none ‘bout this bit
Act like you don’t know me when this nigga really ain’t 'barrin' shit
Beg me, say "Mister please," trick’ll have you missin’ Z’s
Started off with keys, they slayin’ them juices to small rotis
Act like you don’t know me when I’m ballin’, clean up on the scene
Spent more on bitches, been to more places than you done been, son of a bitch
I ain't barrin' that shit to my niggas in the Lake
And ain't barrin' that shit to my niggas in G.A

[Chorus]
Punk ass nigga constantly talking that shit
Gonna fucking come up missing, gon' get found in a ditch
I'll whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe
Whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe
And after the club, constantly running his mouth
Trying to tell this motherfucking nigga
I'll whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe
Whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe

[Verse 2]
Yeah, y’all niggas is game-shy, y’all need to retire like Don Shula
Keep talkin’ shit, I’ll put a hole on the side of your medulla
My game so long, stretch like yards upon a ruler
Keep talkin’ shit, nigga, I’ll be the fuckin’ ruler
Y’all niggas gonna get smacked, y’all niggas gacked up
That’s why I’m playin’ with this rap game, so I can stack up
I went from crumbs to bricks, bricks to crumbs
Some make your ass dumb, so you really don’t need none
I’m loading my gun and thinking ‘bout the beef that went down
Of course, coward niggas talk shit, face to the ground
Now you’s a jackoff, on your broad, I get my rocks off
She suckin’ while I’m fuckin’, you duckin'now, who’s the boss?
I never had to fuck with no coke or fuck with no dro
I’m drinkin’ on some beers and liquor, stackin’ up dough
Now what’s beef? Beef is when you see me
I got the .380 cocked, bet you run quickly
Now when I whoop that bitch, I whoop that hoe

[Chorus]
Punk ass nigga constantly talking that shit
Gonna fucking come up missing, gon' get found in a ditch
I'll whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe
Whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe
And after the club, constantly running his mouth
Trying to tell this motherfucking nigga
I'll whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe
Whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe

[Verse 3]
Gon’ put your ass in the wall, spray sweet body sauce
Say, "Koopsta Knicca" Shut up, man, cost the best and you know
Man, fuckin’ tracks, I took it, two fingers in your nookie
See, Juicy he’s a rookie, know that you smell like pussy
Your bitch done make it better, she gave some to this killa
My lissy bitch, I fuck her, she even gave me cheddar
Best of all the dissin’, gather up all ammunition
Strictly outta North Memphis nigga, trippin’ from a missin’
Get crunk up in this club, 'til you bump into this pit
Now I’m callin’ up them wolves, but you ain’t have to drown me
To my niggas in the Chi, ain’t barrin none of this shit
To my niggas in New Orleans, ain’t barrin none of this shit
To my niggas down in Houston, ain’t barrin none of this shit
To my niggas up in Dallas, ain’t barrin none of this shit
To my niggas in St. Louis, ain’t barrin none of this shit
Don’t forget about Memphis, ain’t barrin none of this shit

[Chorus]
Punk ass nigga constantly talking that shit
Gonna fucking come up missing, gon' get found in a ditch
I'll whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe
Whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe
And after the club, constantly running his mouth
Trying to tell this motherfucking nigga
I'll whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe
Whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe