[Intro: Mari Ruger]
Meet The Whoops bitch!
The dawg
[Verse 1: Mari Ruger]
When there's nowhere for me to run
I accepted the fact that my lifestyle is reality
Grew up, I had my mama mad at me
Hanging with the homies, thirteen, smoking weed
And nigga I throw Ps for the camp, R.I.P Mausberg
I was quick to get her back, I played the bitch 'cause my heart hurt
Rappers tryna get stamped, tap in with the Parkers
I'm on the J side, the mainline ain't far, you marks
[Verse 2: HittaJ3]
And it's no competition, pull the blood for any opposition
You can be a known driller and be a fake politician
I can't wait for it, the clock ticking
Can't takе my soul, bitch, it's God given
You the type to sеnd 'em out to crash but was not with 'em
He'll be lucky if he make it to the hospital
Same blood in the veins, juice red, Minute Maid
Hitting every direction, it'll ricochet
[Verse 3: Rosecrans HopOut]
And I'm just whoopin down memory lane, true to the game
Like the book I used to read as a youth on bunks in Y.A.
Never thought that I'd be booked by the Feds, looking through pages
Fighting the case, icing on cakes, them typical states
Look, they said Chuno the sumo
Rap Liu Kang, kid flame and spit judo
Put me in a two-door, free my dawgs in the cage who off the pruno
R.I.P to my nigga, Du-Rum, look
Meet The Whoops bitch!
The dawg
[Verse 1: Mari Ruger]
When there's nowhere for me to run
I accepted the fact that my lifestyle is reality
Grew up, I had my mama mad at me
Hanging with the homies, thirteen, smoking weed
And nigga I throw Ps for the camp, R.I.P Mausberg
I was quick to get her back, I played the bitch 'cause my heart hurt
Rappers tryna get stamped, tap in with the Parkers
I'm on the J side, the mainline ain't far, you marks
[Verse 2: HittaJ3]
And it's no competition, pull the blood for any opposition
You can be a known driller and be a fake politician
I can't wait for it, the clock ticking
Can't takе my soul, bitch, it's God given
You the type to sеnd 'em out to crash but was not with 'em
He'll be lucky if he make it to the hospital
Same blood in the veins, juice red, Minute Maid
Hitting every direction, it'll ricochet
[Verse 3: Rosecrans HopOut]
And I'm just whoopin down memory lane, true to the game
Like the book I used to read as a youth on bunks in Y.A.
Never thought that I'd be booked by the Feds, looking through pages
Fighting the case, icing on cakes, them typical states
Look, they said Chuno the sumo
Rap Liu Kang, kid flame and spit judo
Put me in a two-door, free my dawgs in the cage who off the pruno
R.I.P to my nigga, Du-Rum, look
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