Woop - Radio Edit
Woop
Woop
Woop
I be slidin' with that woop
When I'm rollin' in that coop
Don't make me go get the troops
Cause we might just pull a joop
And we all know how to shoot
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
I don't wanna come back no mo
I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Smokin' killa
Drankin' liquor
Tryna ease the pain
They sleepin' on me
They dosin' off
I'm closin' off
I'm gettin' lost
Gorilla hard
Fresh out the zoo
Ain't never soft
I'm d--n Boss
They know it to
They can see it in my eyes
I can feel it when I rise
They steady tellin' lies
Walk in my shoes
Take a ride
Step inside
It'll get ya high
Get yo cap and gown
Cause you cappin' down
You a cappin' clown
Yeah I'm snappin' now
They don't want me to go off on em
I'll spank a n---a put him in the corner
Touchdown I'm in the end zone
I just burnt the corner
Woulda thought somebody told ya
Stand tall like Sequoia
Hot Boy Magnolia
Cash Money No Limit Soldier
Throw the towel
This s--t is over
Then slide off in the Rover
All praises to Allah
And the all mighty Jehovah
Take a hit and you might die
Yeah I'm barely ever sober
They tryna get over
But the lane blocked
They tryna get over
But that thang cocked
Been in it
Been independent
Surprise drop
Woop
Woop
I be slidin' with that woop
When I'm rollin' in that coop
Don't make me go get the troops
Cause we might just pull a joop
And we all know how to shoot
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
Movin' on to the future homes
My heart cold
My feelings gone
Off white
In V lone
Thick bitch in a thin thong
I'm gettin' rich
While I'm gettin' dome
Made a million dollars
Off the iPhone
These n----s is my clones
Wreckin' s--t like a cyclone
They ice cream
Like cold stone
They f--ked me over
My soul gone
Take the loss
Gotta move on
So I keep a pistol
With the beam on
So gone head
Get the hell on
Feel this s--t
Get ya woop on
Woop
Woop
I be slidin' with that woop
When I'm rollin' in that coop
Don't make me go get the troops
Cause we might just pull a joop
And we all know how to shoot
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
Woop
Woop
I be slidin' with that woop
When I'm rollin' in that coop
Don't make me go get the troops
Cause we might just pull a joop
And we all know how to shoot
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
I don't wanna come back no mo
I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Smokin' killa
Drankin' liquor
Tryna ease the pain
They sleepin' on me
They dosin' off
I'm closin' off
I'm gettin' lost
Gorilla hard
Fresh out the zoo
Ain't never soft
I'm d--n Boss
They know it to
They can see it in my eyes
I can feel it when I rise
They steady tellin' lies
Walk in my shoes
Take a ride
Step inside
It'll get ya high
Get yo cap and gown
Cause you cappin' down
You a cappin' clown
Yeah I'm snappin' now
They don't want me to go off on em
I'll spank a n---a put him in the corner
Touchdown I'm in the end zone
I just burnt the corner
Woulda thought somebody told ya
Stand tall like Sequoia
Hot Boy Magnolia
Cash Money No Limit Soldier
Throw the towel
This s--t is over
Then slide off in the Rover
All praises to Allah
And the all mighty Jehovah
Take a hit and you might die
Yeah I'm barely ever sober
They tryna get over
But the lane blocked
They tryna get over
But that thang cocked
Been in it
Been independent
Surprise drop
Woop
Woop
I be slidin' with that woop
When I'm rollin' in that coop
Don't make me go get the troops
Cause we might just pull a joop
And we all know how to shoot
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
Movin' on to the future homes
My heart cold
My feelings gone
Off white
In V lone
Thick bitch in a thin thong
I'm gettin' rich
While I'm gettin' dome
Made a million dollars
Off the iPhone
These n----s is my clones
Wreckin' s--t like a cyclone
They ice cream
Like cold stone
They f--ked me over
My soul gone
Take the loss
Gotta move on
So I keep a pistol
With the beam on
So gone head
Get the hell on
Feel this s--t
Get ya woop on
Woop
Woop
I be slidin' with that woop
When I'm rollin' in that coop
Don't make me go get the troops
Cause we might just pull a joop
And we all know how to shoot
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
I be slidin' with that woop
Credits
Writer(s): Tyree La Quan Elliott, Nicholus Travez Thomas
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