Whoop (feat. Jag)

I know why these bitches on my head
Cause I done bust some
There's a lot of ass to see in here
I'm bout to touch some
It's a lot of niggas up in here
You got to suck something
Tell lil' mama pull up with her friend
I got that plus one
Know I'm bout to fuck
Then slide off on her with the
Whoop whoop
Niggas phony on the set
I hit the homie with the
Whoop whoop
Baby dash she walk past me with that
Ass it look like whoop whoop
I be pitching never snitching
I hit blood up with the whoop whoop

I already got a bag
I hope this rap shit get me richer
Old days I got them nicks
And them niggas called me Richard
Guaranteed a nigga popping
I make bitches pay for pictures
Nigga finally brought that bread home
Got this red on like I'm Clifford
Frankie Lucas with the grind
They know it's mine
It got them stickers
Them boys be trying to sweep
Through in the hood
They got them swifters
Zombies getting nothing from me
They don't call me mister
The type to take ya moms down
Then I'll go hit up your sisters
I know the haters mad
A nigga pulled up in that coupe
Chopped the Bentley truck
Now that shit ain't got no roof
She ain't fucking and cooking
Then that bitch gone get the boot
Yeah I just fuck her once
Then I hit her with the whoop Jag

I know why these bitches on my head
Cause I done bust some
There's a lot of ass to see in here
I'm bout to touch some
It's a lot of niggas up in here
You got to suck something
Tell lil' mama pull up with her friend
I got that plus one
Know I'm bout to fuck
Then slide off on her with the
Whoop whoop
Niggas phony on the set
I hit the homie with the
Whoop whoop
Baby dash she walk past me with that
Ass it look like whoop whoop
I be pitching never snitching
I hit blood up with the whoop whoop

Yo I'm pulling up
Hoping out throw it up Suwu
Fuck the goat I'm wolf
Honestly you need a clue
Bitches doggy style they bark at me
I'm talking woof woof
I speak they language imma dog
They want that whoop whoop
Lined up down the hall around
The corner dripping and sweating
Gotta place them on a coaster
Gucci satchel the wallet and the holster
I'm blowing up like Jag
Yeah just like I told ya
Seeing things seeing things
In a different picture
Want the right temperature
The temp to put me in the mixture
Ugh I'm on another level
All this red on got me feeling like
The devil bloody

I know why these bitches on my head
Cause I done bust some
There's a lot of ass to see in here
I'm bout to touch some
It's a lot of niggas up in here
You got to suck something
Tell lil' mama pull up with her friend
I got that plus one
Know I'm bout to fuck
Then slide off on her with the
Whoop whoop
Niggas phony on the set
I hit the homie with the
Whoop whoop
Baby dash she walk past me with that
Ass it look like whoop whoop
I be pitching never snitching
I hit blood up with the whoop whoop



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Writer(s): Wilfredo Rodriguez
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