The Whoop Way

(album: War Zone - 2021)

Yeah
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Huh, ayy, ayy, ayy (Here we go, hmm)

Four thousand dollar 'fit and I ain't doing nothing (What else?)
Boy, I ain't worried 'bout shit, my whole team crunching (What else?)
Hit him in his shit with that stick for all that mean mugging
I only trust my brother with my life 'cause we been thugging
(Talk)
Spin a nigga's block two times like I left something
We gon' spin the bitch a third time if we don't whack nothing (Okay)
I told the plug to bring me ten, he brung me ten more (Ten more)
Any nigga disrespect me, we letting the fin blow, baow

Should've been with Nick, 'cause I can sell a key (Hmm)
Plus I keep the Glock and I walk around with brick fare, that don't include my watch (Naw)
Oh, your daddy got bricks? Introduce me to your pops so I can rob his ass
Doggy tried to run from the K, got shot in the ass (Bang)
And I ain't tryna say I broke nothing, but we just dropped glass
Hi-Tech, you drinking cut lean, why you ain't high yet? (Hmm, lame)
He pulled up with his whole kit on and got it hijacked (Redneck, ayy)
Dub on me, all twenties, thigh pads, each pocket five racks

Forty thousand on me while I'm in my Fear of Gods (No cap)
Bet that Drac' make an athiest believe in God (No kizzy)
Pussy nigga keep on looking at us, we gon' rob him blind (No cap)
My favorite fiend favorite jeans is Calvin Klein
Extra twenty thousand on the top of the racks that I made while I was sleep, I forgot why you made
Shoot him in his smile, make him frown, make his mama mad
Pull up to the viewing, etch the wall, grab his mama ass, duh (I will)

Boy, I got your life in my pocket, I can buy your ass (I can)
Have my young dawg outside your house ready to fry your ass (He is)
My niggas winning, y'all niggas lied (All cap)
My niggas living, y'all niggas died (All dead)
Skub said fuck him, so it's fuck slime (On God)
Niggas knowing I ain't going, I'll die for mines (Okay)
I'll never sell my soul, fuck them dotted lines (Mhm)
Caught him at the light late night, hit him thirty times, Whoop

We just drunk a whole pint, me, D, and Skuba (All night)
Nine hit him in his head two times, give him the mark of Buddha (Let's get it)
Just 'cause you got a gun don't mean shit, I done shot shooters (I swear)
Gen 5 with thirty hanging off it, bro, this not a Ruger (It's not)
Man, y'all niggas not no killers (Bitch-ass niggas)
With a chocolate bitch getting topped, but my pop vanilla
In that drophead, me and Moe, baby chopper with us
Whip out some big shit on a nigga and have him cartwheeling (Ayy)

Me and Stewie throwing gang signs, Deezy upping fives
My daddy 'nem be riding with a chopper, D-Lo down to slide
You gon' really make him have to shoot you, he get out the ride (Okay)
Your baby mama kinda cute, I fuck her from the side
I had sex with his wife, August Alsina (Entanglement)
Hit her with the money shot, Skuba Val Venis
Get Back Gang bust a brain, we get over-even (Ah)
Overkill, Sada Baby, I owe 'em big

All my niggas demons, all my niggas on go for real
Put the press on you, boy, I know you a ho for real (Yeah)
You ain't even knowing that your bitch, she a thot for real (Yeah)
Fuck sending shots on a song, get you shot for real (Okay)

Man, y'all niggas don't want smoke for real (Naw)
I know some ooh-heads that don't even take an ounce of blow to kill (What else?)
I'm on Percocets tryna fuck all night, I don't wanna chill (What else?)
Bustdown watch, chain, and bracelet, I don't want a grill (Nah)

But I got a grill, use 'em to squeeze your bitch breastmilk (Ah)
Approach a nigga the wrong way and get your chest filled
Pyrex just disintegrate shit, watch his chest melt (Melt)
Eastside heavyweight champ, that's my best belt (Mmm, duh)