[Intro: Whoppa Wit Da Choppa]
Brrt
Whop, Whop
Got gang in this bitch
(Drilltime, what you cookin' up, my nigga?)
[Verse 1: Whoppa Wit Da Choppa]
You don't want no beef with Whop, you'll catch a headshot (Brr)
Hell yeah, that pussy good, baby, but the head not (Bitch)
Fred Flintstone in that pussy, make the bed rock (Whop, Whop)
I'ma fuck her good all night, make her legs lock (Come here)
I had to jump up on this beat, this bitch was too groovy
She say she got a OnlyFans, well, let's make a movie (Wooh)
Smokin' Bibby runts in my 'Wood, got my blunt full (Bibby)
It's every girl's dream in the city just to fuck Ducci (Whop)
These niggas ain't really drillin', they just rap about it (Bitch)
I miss my chopper, had to go, it had too many bodies (Brrt)
I miss that bitch but she a ho, I know she fucked somebody (Ho)
Longway, I'm bustin' off these G's, runnin' through the lobby (Runnin')
Girl, what's your name? What's the game? What you finna do? (Ayy, what y'all on?)
Where your gang? What y'all on? Girl, we pullin' through (What's up?)
You know I ain't comin' by myself, I brought my brother too (Spin)
Don't trip if I fuck your friend and say I wanted you (Bitch)
That ass ain't got no shake to it, that bitch must be fake (Ho)
Don't get in yo' feelings, I call everybody bae
Ain't no pressure on these bitches, they all throwaways (Yeah)
Smokin' two blunts, these some twins, call 'em Marri-aid
Brrt
Whop, Whop
Got gang in this bitch
(Drilltime, what you cookin' up, my nigga?)
[Verse 1: Whoppa Wit Da Choppa]
You don't want no beef with Whop, you'll catch a headshot (Brr)
Hell yeah, that pussy good, baby, but the head not (Bitch)
Fred Flintstone in that pussy, make the bed rock (Whop, Whop)
I'ma fuck her good all night, make her legs lock (Come here)
I had to jump up on this beat, this bitch was too groovy
She say she got a OnlyFans, well, let's make a movie (Wooh)
Smokin' Bibby runts in my 'Wood, got my blunt full (Bibby)
It's every girl's dream in the city just to fuck Ducci (Whop)
These niggas ain't really drillin', they just rap about it (Bitch)
I miss my chopper, had to go, it had too many bodies (Brrt)
I miss that bitch but she a ho, I know she fucked somebody (Ho)
Longway, I'm bustin' off these G's, runnin' through the lobby (Runnin')
Girl, what's your name? What's the game? What you finna do? (Ayy, what y'all on?)
Where your gang? What y'all on? Girl, we pullin' through (What's up?)
You know I ain't comin' by myself, I brought my brother too (Spin)
Don't trip if I fuck your friend and say I wanted you (Bitch)
That ass ain't got no shake to it, that bitch must be fake (Ho)
Don't get in yo' feelings, I call everybody bae
Ain't no pressure on these bitches, they all throwaways (Yeah)
Smokin' two blunts, these some twins, call 'em Marri-aid
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