[Hook: Woop]
Fuck wit the team
We balling boo (balling boo)
Every time we call them ho
They falling through (they falling through)
Word of the day
Don't be no fool (be no fool)
I hate it when a n***a try to tell a n***a bout you
Tell me what you heard bout me
Bout me, bout me
N***a come see me bout me
Bout me, bout me
Talk to nobody bout me but me
But me, but me
Every thing ain't one with me
Every thing 700 with me
Don't tell him what you heard bout me

[Verse 1: Woop]
Don't understand how a fuck n***a wanna run his mouth bout me
Don't understand how you basic hoes wanna keep talking bout me
Don't understand how you real n***as had the time to talk bout me
Two words for you fuck n***as
Open mouth, squeeze
Young n***a with racist rack
Real n***a with a case attached
Dirty pistol with a face de-matched
You can dance real okay with that
Creep shit stay away from that
Do the work, where the Haitians at
Dope cooking like a baking batch
Get cheese, stay away from that
Black Glock with a beam on it
Call me what you want
Just don't call police on me
And I keep that lease the least on me
Glock ten handgun, many beasts on me
(I'm gone)

[Hook: Woop]

[Verse 2: Woop]
Haters talking them streets
But they ain't making no noise
I got an extended clip, full of hollow tips
And every bullet in it say yours
Baby girl know we balling
So she look back when she throw it
And them haters on my dick
And that tat on it, say blow it
You don't understand what we talking bout
N***as telling lies, just to run their mouth
N***as claim they be balling boys
So if your balling boy, where you balling at
Bully hit his chest like a heart attack
Yeah n***a, all of that
You ain't in them streets, where there gangstas at
So why you acting like you want a part of that
And we don't talk no rumors ho
We chase more cash
I'm in love with the money
You get no cash
And we count hundreds, so your poor ass
Dope soul, why you broke
So broke you need a body cast

[Hook: Woop]