Whoopty

Heavy on the SSO shit, man

Loyalty over royalty, y'all niggas know the vibes

Pxcoyo killed this beat, bitch

Whoopty, bitch, I'm outside, it's a movie, huh (whoopty)

Blue cheese, I swear, I'm addicted to blue cheese

I gotta stick to this paper-like loose leaf

Bitch, I'm 'bout my chicken like it's a two-piece

You can have your bitch back, she a groupie

She just swallowed all my kids in the two-seat (skrrt)

Swagged out, for Milly we bringing them gats out

I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house

Off the '42, I'm blowing her back out (blowing her back out)

I'm back on my bullshit, swing back with a full clip

They say I'm moving ruthless, and my shooters, they shooting

I don't shake 'til thеy Ruth Chris (my shooters, my shooters, they shooting)

I get the breesh, then it's adiós

If I'm with your treesh, thеn she's giving throat

When I see police, then we getting low

That's another piece, that's another Zoe

Ice in the VV's, now she's down to get treeshy

I got all this water on me like FIJI

Bitch, I'm posted up with Hats and the Sleezys

Smokin' the zaza, it go straight to the māthā

Then I'm uppin' the choppa

I'm hittin' the cha-cha, open his lata

Then he dancin' bachata

Smokin' the zaza, it go straight to the māthā

Then I'm uppin' the choppa

I'm hittin' the cha-cha, then I open his lata

Then he dancin' bachata

Whoopty, bitch, I'm outside, it's a movie, huh (whoopty)

Blue cheese, I swear, I'm addicted to blue cheese

I gotta stick to this paper-like loose leaf

Bitch, I'm 'bout my chicken like it's a two-piece

You can have your bitch back, she a groupie

She just swallowed all my kids in the two-seat (skrrt)

Swagged out, for Milly we bringing them gats out

I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house

Off the '42, I'm blowing her back out (blowing her back out)

I'm back on my bullshit, swing back with a full clip

They say I'm moving ruthless, and my shooters, they shooting

I don't shake 'til thеy Ruth Chris (shooters, they shooting)

Swagged out, for Milly we bringing them gats out

I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house

Off the '42, I'm blowing her back out (blowing her back out)

I'm back on my bullshit, swing back with a full clip

They say I'm moving ruthless, and my shooters, they shooting

I won't take her to Ruth's Chris (and my shooters, they shootin')