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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Whoppa Wit Da Choppa
Whoppa Wit Da Choppa
Performer
Anthony Williams
Anthony Williams
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trevor Butler
Trevor Butler
Composer
Reginald Williams
Reginald Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trevor Butler
Trevor Butler
Producer

Lyrics

(Zack, boy you went too crazy) Brr Whop Nigga know what I'm all about 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) Niggas say they looking for me, bitch, you know I'm out East I vanish mode, all my bitches can't tell on me (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 (them DMs) There go Whop, all them niggas wanna be him (yeah) Shoot a opp nigga whenever I see him We sliding early morning, boy, it ain't gotta be p.m. (damn) Is that ass real? Baby, let me touch it Fuck that, let me get behind it Baby, lеt me fuck it She say, "Why you still soft?" Bitch, you gotta suck it Oh, you don't suck dick? Bitch ain't no sensе in coming (ayy) Slow down on them percs, 'cause I kept throwing up Where you from? What you bang? Nigga throw it up (yeah) 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 man) No cap in my rap, we don't do no lying (at all) That ass ain't fat enough, then bitch, there ain't no one's flyin' (at all) Stop cheating on my bitch, Lord knows I'm trying 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 sai put it in her ass, damn, lil' mama wild Spot on Evergreen, I'm a fucking wild child I lay lil' mama on the floor like some fucking towels Just brought a choppa, in another nigga hood with Whoppa (Whoppa) They want beef, then I'ma serve a nigga double Whopper (uh-huh) She wanna fuck me, I just told the hoe 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'm 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 smiling (c'mon) They be tweakin' on the 'net, but they ain't really 'bout it (ain't 'bout it) They just cheerin' for them niggas, never caught a body (he's a pussy) I might go and kill a nigga, never talk about it (shss) Leave him laying on the floor, put some chalk around it I'm from the West, where them youngins ride with Dracos (dracos) Rob a nigga for him for everything he got, if he ain't gang, hoe (huh) Baby, let me fuck, I ain't got time for the games, hoe (got time for the games) I ain't finna kiss you, but I'll bust on your face though (oh, my God) If I 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) Lurking with my tool 'til it's time to drill again They smoked Martin, now a nigga tryna smoke Twin (grrah)
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