Whooped E-40 & B-Legit (Ft. DecadeZ)

[Chorus: DecadeZ]
Half past faded, half past burnt
Half past zooted, half past turnt
Boy, I'm whooped
Boy, I'm whooped
Boy, I'm whooped
I'm whooped

[Verse 1: E-40]
I'm havin' my mathematics, packin' them semi-automatics
I was born to be a savage from the cradle to the casket
I'm cut from a different fabric, not no vinyl or no plastic
I ain't at the airport (But what?) but I'm gettin' to the baggage
At the outdoor shootin' range is where I practice my science
Tryna apply for my CCW license
The rifles I bust is for huntin' wildlife and bison
The people I trust are my family, kids, and my wife
And most of you niggas fakes, see right through you suckas like Christmas wrappin' tape
Open you up tryna run up in my estate
Try your luck, meet your fate
Get cut down like a Wagu steak
Put some holes in your face just like a wrought iron gate
I don't let grass grow up under my feet, I stay bustin' patterns
I could stay like a license plate at a bar or a tavern
These bitches be on me, they like the way I finesse
The way that I carry it and the way that I dress...BIATCH!