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Whoppa Wit Da Choppa
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Whoppa Wit Da Choppa
Composer
Trevor Butler
Songwriter
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Trevor Butler
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Zack, boy you went too crazy)
Brrr
Whop, **** know what I'm on
[Verse 1]
Damn Whop, we need some more Muhammad Ali (Whop)
I can fuck any bitch I want 'cause I'm cocky (Gang)
Whole three five in the wood, but this is not Pete (3.5)
**** say they lookin' for me, bitch you I'm out this
I vanish mode, all bitches can't tell on me (On gang)
Put me on your close friends, you wanna suck on me
And I know that pussy good, my dawg told me
He also told me "never come outside without your heat"
It's three o'clock when I slide in them DMs
There go Whop, all them **** wanna be him
Shoot a opp **** whenever I see him
We slidin' early mornin' boy, it ain't gotta be PM (Damn)
Is that ass real? Baby let me touch it
Fuck that, let me get behind it, baby let me fuck it
She say "why you still soft?", bitch, you gotta suck it
Oh you don't suck dick? Bitch ain't no sense in comin'
Slow down on them percs, 'cause I kept throwin' up
Where you from? What you bang? ****, throw it up
We in a two-door, but four hoes tryna go with us
I told them they can stay at the club if they ain't tryna fuck
No cap in my rap, we don't do no lyin' (At all)
That ass ain't fat enough, then bitch, there ain't no ones flyin' (At all)
Stop cheatin' on my bitch, Lord knows I'm tryin'
But, these hoes for everybody, ain't none of these hoes mine (Bitch)
I'm a dog, so I hit that bitch doggy style
She said put it in her ass, damn lil' mama wild
Spot on Evergreen, I'm a fuckin' wild child
I lay lil' mama on the floor like some fuckin' towels
[Verse 2]
Just bought a chopper, in another **** hood with Whoppa (Whoppa)
They want beef, then I'ma serve a **** double Whopper (Uh huh)
She wanna fuck me, I just told the ho to suck me sloppy
Record it on my phone, I'm kind of sneaky like I'm paparazzi (Yeah, yeah)
I pop pills, but I never ever popped a roxi'
We crash out on the opps, but this ain't kamikaze (Ain't kamikaze)
Bad bitch don't know her name, so I'ma call her Kylie
I knew I was gon' fuck her from the first time I caught her smilin'
They be tweakin' on the 'net, but they ain't really 'bout it (Ain't 'bout it)
They just cheerin' for them ****, never caught a body (He's a pussy)
I might go and kill a ****, never talk about it (Shh)
Leave him layin' on the floor, put some chalk around it
I'm from the west, where them youngins ride with Dracos (Dracos)
Rob a **** for everything he got, if he ain't gang, ho
Baby, let me fuck it, I ain't got time for the games, ho (Time for the games)
I ain't finna kiss you, but I'll bust on your face though (Oh my God)
Ain't kill him the first time, I'ma spin again (Yeah)
He got that wool on him, so fuck it, I'ma kill his friends (Kill his friends)
Lurkin' with my tool 'til it's time to drill again
They smoked Martin, now a **** tryna smoke Twin (Grrah)
Written by: Trevor Butler, Whoppa Wit Da Choppa