Wopp

You don't really know about this talking about shit you ant did Rob a nigga in front of his kids
I just want the cash not the mid I thought you a rat not a pig
A nigga need a blunt and a cigg
My bitch on the Molly and the jigs
And I don't give a fuck who you is
I got that for for the five
And I got more for the low
You need them home come Inside Tell a Nigga a get the door
Tell a nigga a get the door
Remixing fork in the bowl I bag It get then back on the road I'm Taxing I'm cutting they Throughts.
Pull up with them 30s in a Monte Carlos serving your auntie
Fuck with Auntie yeah she's Concrete
Florida niggas trap under palm Trees
Street Nigga vibe Trying to catch me well then catch me outside
Ant worried about you nigga
I keep that fire
And don't forget nigga you still owe me five
I can't really talk right now
Bitch I'm on the block right now and this shit is hot right now
Bow busting at a opp right now class in session
Get your weapon
Make some money
Count ya blessings
Fuck it up
Learn your lesson
Get it back start Finessing
They say it's a drought I said we're
Still throwing dope in the air
I bought me some Loui to wear I'm flying somewhere don't know where
Bet booked like the three little Bears
We up we didn't take the stairs We what we millionaires
We what we millionaires

(Get your wopp wopp wopp Spend some wopp wopp wopp
She goin wopp for some wopp give you wopp wopp wopp)



Credits
Writer(s): Danny Guzman
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