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Whoppa Wit Da Choppa
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Viral was released on October 29, 2021 by Hitmaker Music Group as a part of the album Sir Duccington (Deluxe Version)
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Whoppa Wit Da Choppa
Whoppa Wit Da Choppa
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Reginald Williams
Reginald Williams
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[Verse 1]
Bllllatt! (Hey, Drilltime, haha)
Aye, Big Whop in this bitch
Aye, gang, aye
Aye, aye, aye (Drilltime, what you cookin' up, my ****?)
[Verse 2]
Big Glock in my pants
Make a **** go viral, TikTok, but he dead
Get stepped on like a toe in this bitch
Smoke a **** like a 'Port in this bitch
And you know I'm cutthroat, throwin' 4's in this bitch
Disrespectful ****, called your girl a ho and a bitch
187 was the youngest **** with them double clips
No bap, really shot a **** with my brother, shit
We'll make a **** famous, put him on the news quick
That boy on the TV, gang News4Jax that ****
Never worked for the government, but we taxed that ****
What class he is? When he graduating? Damn, they clapped that ****
Rollin' up a whole Three-Five, but this that fat lil' ****
Laced up my black Forces, finna slide on your street
I've been watching your house all night, like that bitch TV
**** know we spin this bitch again, like a DVD
Big gun knocked him out of space, call that boy E.T.
They like, "Whop, is you Blood, why you always throwing B's?''
They say, "Whop, is you Cuz?" All these blues on me
Stop asking all them questions 'fore I put your ass on a tee
Got a chopper from the Swiss Army and that bitch make beats, aye
I'm from 1200 Block, **** know how I rock
That boy got cooked like crack, that boy got straight dropped
You can keep your pants on, baby, I want straight top
You would've thought she was a opp, hit her with a face shot
Catch you listening to the opps, we're shootin' up the whole car
Oh, you on pills bootin' up, boy, you finna get popped
When you gon' shoot that bitch, ****, is them guns fuckin' props?
And I'll beat a **** ass, boy, you're gettin' knocked out
Shot that boy so many times, they don't know how he ain't die
Must've had an angel with him, still don't know how he ain't fly
Who can take the most bullets? Cracka and KShordy got a tie
I know they play Warzone, all the fuckin' self-revives
Put a hole in a ****, we just call him Cheerios
Fuck the shit out a bitch, only time I'm killin' hoes
Slick back, I'm a mac, Big Whop be pimpin' hoes
Aye, baby, bounce that ass, let me see them titties, ho
Say she on her period, bitch, is you serious?
I told her, "Ain't no point of me coming if a **** ain't hittin' it"
She said, "Boy, you always over here, it ain't no different"
But when I come, I always fuck, so baby, make it make sense
[Verse 3]
Aye, Big Whop
**** know how I rock
Aye (Grrrrtt)
Aye, aye, Drilltime, what you cookin' up?
Written by: Reginald Williams

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