Whooped (feat. DecadeZ)

Half past faded, half past burnt

Half past zooted, half past turnt

Boy, I'm whooped

Boy, I'm whooped

Boy, I'm whooped

Boy, I'm whooped

I'm having my mathematics, packing them semi-automatics

I was born to be a savage from the cradle to the casket

I'm cut from a different fabric, not no vinyl or no plastic

I ain't at the airport but I'm getting to the baggage

At the outdoor shooting range is where I practice my science

Tryna apply for my CCW license

The rifles I bust is for hunting wildlife and bison

The people I trust are my family, kids and my wife

And most of you **** fakes, see right through you suckers like Christmas wrapping tape

Open you up tryna run up in my estate

Try your luck, meet your fate

Get cut down like a Wagyu steak

Put some holes in your face just like a wrought iron gate

I don't let grass grow up under my feet, I stay busting patterns

I could stay like a license plate at a bar or a tavern

These bitches be on me, they like the way I finesse

The way that I carry it and the way that I dress

Half past faded, half past burnt

Half past zooted, half past turnt

Boy, I'm whooped

Boy, I'm whooped

Boy, I'm whooped

Boy, I'm whooped

Get to feeling like aliens around me

Paranoid, I be on the OG

Bag underrated if you ask me

Could put it in the can where the trash be

Bitches love B-la, he an activist

Forever locked in with the Africans

On the frontline with a black stick

Military issue, get to clapping them

California face on a Georgia peach

Met a **** when I'm in the streets

Tryna do it all, she a little freak

Her homegirl with her really wanna eat

Watch her lick it up, she gon' hit it up

Baby girl a nut, she gon' spit it up

Remy in her cup, lemon in her blunt

And I've been getting fucked up all month

Half past faded, half past burnt

Half past zooted, half past turnt

Boy, I'm whooped

Boy, I'm whooped

Boy, I'm whooped

Boy, I'm whooped...