Whoopty
CJ
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 (Whoopty), huh
Blue cheese
I swear I'm addicted to blue cheese
I gotta stick to this paper like loose leaf (Huh)
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 (Gag)
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 shootеrs, they shootin'
I won't take her to Ruth's Chris (And my shootеrs, they shootin'), damn
I get the breesh, then it's adiós
If I'm with your treesh, then she's giving throat
When I see police, then we getting low (When I see police)
That's another piece, that's another Zoe
Ice in the VV's, now she's down to get treeshy (Ice in the VV's)
I got all this water on me like FIJI
Bitch, I'm posted up with Hats and the Sleezys
Smokin' the Zaza, it goes 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 goes 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 (Whoopty), huh
Blue cheese
I swear I'm addicted to blue cheese
I gotta stick to this paper like loose leaf (Huh)
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 (Gag)
Swagged out
For Milly, we bringing them gats out (Gat)
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 shootin'
I won't take her to Ruth's Chris (And my shooters, they shootin', ayy)
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 shootin'
I won't take her to Ruth's Chris (And my shooters, they shootin')
