Meat Store Woop
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[Hook]
We keep beef like fucking meat sto' (Fuckin' gone!)
Every Glock got a dick, deep throat (Fuckin' gone!)
All my niggas, we get papers, Kinko's (Checked up!)
All we know is warfare and bullet holes (Gone! Gone!)
I'ma buy the top shit and watch 'em plummet (Got that money!)
Real recognize real and you look funny (Who are you?)
Used to play it dark and dirty like a dungeon (Rock out Woop!)
Now I'm paid, telling jokes about the money (Gone!)
[Verse 1]
Rich niggas telling jokes about that money (Money)
Got the swag, got the look. You just lack the funds
I can't lose, gotta feed all of my niggas food
Break the rules, grab a skully, make a business move
Pyrex pot got my traphouse filled with monkey knots (Monkey knots)
Greet them twats, we don't talk, we just send "Hello" shots
Niggas cops, catch 'em dining at that donut spot (Fuckin' rat!)
Think it's sweet? Think you're tough? Nigga, call my bluff
Made the pot "Skrr! Skrr!" Hillary Duff
We come through, niggas move, ambulance truck
Trigger finger itching so I throw up number one (One)
Rich niggas having convo's 'bout that fucking money
[Hook]
We keep beef like fucking meat sto' (Fuckin' gone!)
Every Glock got a dick, deep throat (Fuckin' gone!)
All my niggas, we get papers, Kinko's (Checked up!)
All we know is warfare and bullet holes (Gone! Gone!)
I'ma buy the top shit and watch 'em plummet (Got that money!)
Real recognize real and you look funny (Who are you?)
Used to play it dark and dirty like a dungeon (Rock out Woop!)
Now I'm paid, telling jokes about the money (Gone!)
[Verse 1]
Rich niggas telling jokes about that money (Money)
Got the swag, got the look. You just lack the funds
I can't lose, gotta feed all of my niggas food
Break the rules, grab a skully, make a business move
Pyrex pot got my traphouse filled with monkey knots (Monkey knots)
Greet them twats, we don't talk, we just send "Hello" shots
Niggas cops, catch 'em dining at that donut spot (Fuckin' rat!)
Think it's sweet? Think you're tough? Nigga, call my bluff
Made the pot "Skrr! Skrr!" Hillary Duff
We come through, niggas move, ambulance truck
Trigger finger itching so I throw up number one (One)
Rich niggas having convo's 'bout that fucking money
[Hook]
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