Damn - Woop

Pull up on a nigga with my pants down

I tried to show them love, but I done switched up my demeanor

I can never diss a nigga if I ain’t never meet him

I’m trying to get my people out of F.E.M.A, Katrina

I heard you cuffing girls, you not a robber you a sneaker

Woop got more stripes than them Addidas

Crackas want to do a nigga just like Emmett Till

Drop 2 in a 20, drinking Emmitt Smith

Foreal

Pull up on a busta with my pants down

Hundred round drum show your ass Woop, hit it

He a bitch nigga man look at his face

Nothin' but surf boards, Woop a tricky wave

Nigga I’m the man in my city

I can’t go to Disney cause I was fucking Minnie

Mouse rat bitch left a hickey

You can not be down, FIFA round, we don’t kick it

All black suits, Blues Brothers, Twin Bentley, you feel me

I’m gonna smoke that kill, till that motherfucker kill me

Blunt thicker than a cheesesteak come from Philly

Leanin' on a dirt bike, nigga pop a wheelie.

Catwalk

Jit mac screamin' knockin' caps off

Why the fuck you think he tote a mac for

Mac 90 and Mac 10, Mac 11

So when it’s beef nigga better add mac sauce

Dang

I’m the type of nigga, shoot a fuck nigga dead in his face

She bite down on the pillow when I’m hittin' her

I hit her from the back, don’t wanna see no love face

Two white bitches in a rental, one sucking dick

The other one she snortin' from the cake

We got drink on the way, I’m gon' fuck both of y’all ay bay bay

Me and my niggas tighter than a lifestyle

Let them choppas do, I did it right now

700 block that’s my lifestyle

She don’t get right, go right around

Pigeon shooter game from a Hawk

You can hear the beast in a nigga when he talk

28 gram real quick Marshall Faulk

Beef with a geek rather let the choppa talk

Damn

Baby let’s talk some money (Talk some money)

I knock you off for money (Off for money)

And everytime we have a convo (A convo)

It always come back to money (Talk bout money)

Boy you be actin' money (How you get money)

So broke that you lookin' bummy (How you get money)

I got them new blue hundred’s (I got them new ones)

I can help you with money (Them baby blue ones)

All the bad bitches love money, money

All the bad bitches love money, love money

All the bad bitches love money

All the bad bitches love money

You a hustle nigga get money

If you a hustle nigga get money

I fell in love with the money

I fell in love with the money

Tool, Woop boostin' up the murder rate

Shoot ya man down, we don’t say a thing

Everybody clap like a stadium

Filled with Gator fan’s at a Gator game

Country nigga sippin' on that act right

Young Woop, nigga live a jack life

Dawg lost his momma to a crack pipe

That’s why he servin' jumpy jays Jack White

Stripe on that chop you can army gun it

Spit that shit backwards go Bravo Johnny

Jack spot jit got a pump, and a tommy

Whole hood geeked thats them 700 mummies

Pull up real clean with a model with me

Shoot your little brother down, and your GG

Catch another body nigga for the free free

Beef ain’t nothing to me cause I done beat the deep freeze

Let my diamonds dance, thats them VV’s

He showing need for a nigga so much, imma turn the bitch man to …

Two twin Glocks got ten, pow them

Wanna rap beef you can PenPal him

Money on his head you can PayPal him

Catch him down slippin' imma take care of him

Pull on on a nigga with my pants down

Hundred round drum show ya ass Woop, get it

He a bitch nigga man look at his face

Nothin' but surf boards, Woop a tricky wave

Damn

Ay, Ay

Damn

Ay, Ay

Pull up on a nigga with my pants down

Hundred drum show ya ass Woop, kill 'em

He a bitch nigga man look at his face

Damn, Damn

Fuck it hit it

Pull up on a nigga with my pants down

Hundred drum show ya ass Woop, ya ass Woop

He a bitch nigga man look at his face