Whoop (feat. Baby Grizzley)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Yeah Whoa (the AK) whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (okay, turn it up) Whoa, whoa I say Whoa (keep it moving) Whoa Bitch, I'm eighty-deuce, but I fuck with the villains Pull up in the 'Sanne, told the dealer keep the ceiling White buffs, told the jeweler, "Bust down my trimming" Nigga shot me, I ate before I was done healing I ain't trippin' on no bitch, boy, my shoes ain't got strings in 'em (what?) Two hundred thou' on your set, let the green get 'em Four fifty clip, four MACs, I need beams with 'em Ayy, and I was sneakin' in the stink with 'em If you ain't with the gang-gang, stay from 'round niggas You can't leave the crib like you grounded, we ground niggas Ayy, I was raised around murder, still around killers Me and Ronny Blaze players bros when we drown niggas Ice man, it's a hundred on my neck Tell your bitch, "Let me tongue kiss that pussy on the jet" If I ain't bangin', I'm bangin', I put that on the set (on gang) Take a picture with a fifty roll showin' the Patek Niggas know who really got that shit, rock that shit Pull up with the top on and drop that bitch Cop a Mille plain, then I ice rock that bitch Drippin' hard, I ain't know I had the opps that sick Look, a hundred in my jacket, bitch, I mean profit Trippin' out and found another thirty in my pocket Fuck going broke, not an option if I'm honest Real hundreds, I go brazy for the bucks like I'm Giannis I feel like niggas ain't fuckin' with me, you on the net with it I got a couple M's, jumpin' on the jet with it I love that real right, but I'm on the left with it Louis, drop six on the sweater like I'm set trippin' Flag on the left, but it's red like a puddle of blood My G good when I huddle with Bloods Since the first day I met my nigga Cut, it was love Free my nigga Gutter Ray Warren up to the stud I say it's Grizzley Gang, a hundred and fifty chains Clip with a fifty things, that talking'll get him flamed These niggas leavin' the hood 'cause they ain't tryna get banged It's murder after you mention my name Niggas know who really got that shit, rock that shit Pull up with the top on and drop that bitch Cop a Mille plain, then I ice rock that bitch Drippin' hard, I ain't know I had the opps that sick, yeah Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Yeah Whoa (alright, let me hear that bitch) Whoa, whoa (let me hear that bitch) Whoa, whoa, whoa (let me hear that bitch) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa