Whoopty (Extended Mix)

Heavy on the SSO shit, man

 Loyalty over royalty, y'all **** know the vibes

 Pxcoyo killed this beat, bitch

 Whoopty, bitch, I'm outside, it's a movie, huh (whoopty)

 Blue cheese, I swear, I'm addicted to blue cheese

 I gotta stick to this paper-like loose leaf

 Bitch, I'm 'bout my chicken like it's a two-piece

 You can have your bitch back, she a groupie

 She just swallowed all my kids in the two-seat (skrrt)

 Swagged out, for Milly we bringing them gats out

 I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house

 Off the '42, I'm blowing her back out (blowing her back out)

 I'm back on my bullshit, swing back with a full clip

 They say I'm moving ruthless, and my shooters, they shooting

 I don't shake 'til thеy Ruth Chris (my shooters, my shooters, they shooting)

 I get the breesh, then it's adiós

 If I'm with your treesh, thеn she's giving throat

 When I see police, then we getting low

 That's another piece, that's another Zoe

 Ice in the VV's, now she's down to get treeshy

 I got all this water on me like FIJI

 Bitch, I'm posted up with Hats and the Sleezys

 Smokin' the zaza, it go straight to the māthā

 Then I'm uppin' the choppa

 I'm hittin' the cha-cha, open his lata

 Then he dancin' bachata

 Smokin' the zaza, it go straight to the māthā

 Then I'm uppin' the choppa

 I'm hittin' the cha-cha, then I open his lata

 Then he dancin' bachata

 Whoopty, bitch, I'm outside, it's a movie, huh (whoopty)

 Blue cheese, I swear, I'm addicted to blue cheese

 I gotta stick to this paper-like loose leaf

 Bitch, I'm 'bout my chicken like it's a two-piece

 You can have your bitch back, she a groupie

 She just swallowed all my kids in the two-seat (skrrt)

 Swagged out, for Milly we bringing them gats out

 I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house

 Off the '42, I'm blowing her back out (blowing her back out)

 I'm back on my bullshit, swing back with a full clip

 They say I'm moving ruthless, and my shooters, they shooting

 I don't shake 'til thеy Ruth Chris (shooters, they shooting)

 Swagged out, for Milly we bringing them gats out

 I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house

 Off the '42, I'm blowing her back out (blowing her back out)

 I'm back on my bullshit, swing back with a full clip

 They say I'm moving ruthless, and my shooters, they shooting

 I won't take her to Ruth's Chris (and my shooters, they shootin')