HMC Woop (Ft. YG Ivy)

[Hook: Woop]
Geek up on these niggas like I took a gram with molly (Aye)
Geek up on these niggas like I caught another body (Geek up)
Geek up on these niggas like I'm rollin' gangsta exotic
Geek up on these niggas, geek up on these, geek up on these
Holy moly choppa, I been playing with the rifle (3x)
Holy moly, tat-tat! Holy moly, tat-tat!

[Verse 1: YG Ivy]
The stripper booty cheeky you know lil Uzi clap niggas clap niggas
In a stick-up with some mouse cause you know we trap niggas (Where you going?)
Rock out Uzi, one nigga, two pistols
Young niggas, three pop, two cookers in the kitchen
Pull up on a fuck nigga, heard he want beef (Beef)
Too much sneak dissing, I'm just dissing on the sneak (Sneak)
Shoot him in the ear, bang bang, Dre Beats
Fuck 12, fuck county, fuck O.P.D. (Fuck 'em)
Keys in my car but it's a push start
I can pull up when it's dark or even broad day, though
I own so much cars, my respect is a bar code
I'd rather thumb through a check and sit next to my rifle (No lies)
Pull up to your trap with three Thai hoes
Then I chop the brick like Tae Kwon Do (Kwon Do)
BItch I keep like them 9's like I'm Rondo!
Pull up in an unknown John Doe!