Crash Out Whoppa Wit Da Choppa

[Intro]
Ayy, I got so much money I can't count
Fifty-
This shit ain't nothing, man
We been getting this shit all year
(Drilltime, what you cookin' up?)

[Chorus]
Fifty ball in my hand off the dead opps (Dead opps)
I ain't gone say too much more cause the Feds hot (Bitch)
And I been fucked your hoe, that hoe fanned out (Hoe)
Bronem brought the switches out but Whoppa brought the bands out (Rrr)
He just took five to the chest that boy Reggie Bush (Reg)
Soon as a nigga bitch look then that hoe took (Come here, hoe)
I don't want no lazy hoe, I need a bitch that's gone cook (Shh)
Nigga we shooting that block up, you better not post up (Shh)

[Verse]
Yeah nigga, I got rich off of dead opps (Dead opps)
Good aim, red dot on this damn Glock (Grr)
Damn shame, he was dissing caught a headshot (Brr)
What's his name tried to get away but he crashed out (Skrrt)
Damn shame, damn shame, damn shame
He was dissing caught a headshot
What's his name, what's his name, what's his name
Tried to get away and crashed out
I know you miss your brother, boy, you should have died when Pete died
You can tell me oiled up our Glocks, nigga, how we slide
I been sliding on every side of town but I'm from the east side
Opps see me and know it's going down, they know how we ride
Nigga I just bought a brand new glizzy
Smack a nigga then watch the news, who did it?
You ain't in the streets for real, we know you didn't
You know we slung heat for real, end up like Bibby
Fuck around with these scams, got my racks up like tennis
Little bitch eat the dick like ham, she gone eat this shit like Denny's
Smoking four for four, this Trey D this ain't Wendy's (Trey D)
I'mma fuck your throat if you say you on your period (Ayy, damn)
Thirty thousand in my hand on my dead brothers (Thirty ball)
Speak on the boys' names I'll put the whole thirty on you (Yeah)
I don't write my raps but I'll still put this lead on you (Yeah)
Dead opps in my cup, we just call this shit Whodie-Cola (Whodie)