[Hook: Woop]
I ain’t p-p-playing with them bitches
Bad bitch in the kitchen always do the dishes
I’ma keep it chilling with the choppa
My n***as get in and they whipping Betty Crocker
She don’t even care that I stutter
I’m in love with money, I’ll never ever love her
Whip a cannon out on these sour apple suckers
I don’t break bread with a buster (Damn!)
N***a never seen it, never happen (2x)
I don’t even know what you talking ‘bout
So why the fuck you asking me what happened? (I don’t know, I don’t know)
N***a never seen it, he ain’t never seen it
I be playing blind as a bat
I’ma hold it down for the real n***as
No Mickey Mouse, I’ll never ever rat (Damn!)
N***a never seen it, never happen (2x)
I’ma tell a fuck n***a first [?]
Boy don’t play with me cause [?]
She g-g-g-g-gone off Patron
Stutter on a bitch, she n-n-never coming home
[?] on site, he done took one to the dome
Woop’ll tell these pussy n***as what the fuck you on

[Verse 1: Juice Boyz KT]
Pussy n***a ain’t got it, all my n***as get it
Juice Boyz, Woop Lingo, 700 tripping
Got a molly plug, put Juice in the city
6 12 chrome heat, you can [?]
Gave the wrong n***a money, big balling ain’t a secret
Run up, I’ma bust you, real talk, no blather
Man I used to have nothing now I got 6 figures
No deal, drug deal, fuck n***a cop a deal
Tell them crackers [?] if I lose my appeal
Real n***as keep it real, fuck n***as don’t live
Got the choppa, [?], pulled up and get stupid
I’ll body, just loosing, real life, no rap
Bust a shot, nobody pussy talking to the cops
And we them n***as over here, fuck them n***as over there
I’ma tell you n***as [?], we beefing I’m coming to kill ya
Can’t find ya, I’m clapping your people
Talking about me and you are not equal
Super OG, ask about what I been through
Don’t break bread with a buster, we’ll never do rap game
[?] Took over [?}
[Hook: Woop]

[Verse 2: Woop]
2 bad bitches ate each other pussy
I ain’t know it’s c-c-c-c-coca (Stutter)
Shoe box filled with baby blue knots
Woop got more [?]
I don’t like that broke bitch, I like oak
Bitch send them knots, they call me Mister Band Band
Stomp a n***a out, they call me Timberland [?]
Robin fit, kill a n***a, choppa jet lag
MDMA, off a molly grip, I get to geeking taking shots just like a bar
Crack a n***a egg on some Humpty Dumpty shit
Humpty Dumpty must a [?], ho
I’m the type of n***a rob the corner sto’
Pull up camouflage, all black, John Doe
Sold him fake Xans and a sugar rope of dope
[?] Cups with me and KT
I’ma do whatever I got to do and make all these pussy n***as hate me
Choppa [?] like the Army
Play the game dirty, real dirty, Magic Johnson
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, they gon’ respect me
Playing money games, I’ll f-fuck a n***a up
Whole house filled with [?]
Aye lady, tell your son to pay up
Claim he riding foreign but I’ve never seen it
Claim he selling work but we ain’t ever seen it
All my n***as beef like Burger King
Hole in him size of a onion ring
[Hook: Woop]