[Intro: Lil Wop]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, uh, it's Wop
Yeah, aye, bitch, lil whores
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, lil bitch, yeah, boss shit
That bitch wanna fuck me on that boss shit
It's Wop, do or die, do or die, do or die
Lil bitch
Aw yeah, Ty Made It
[Verse 1: Lil Wop]
The way she suck my dick, I might buy my bitch a bag
I don't give a fuck, I spend it and get it back
Woke up in the spot, the trap house was full of rats
Test a nigga gangster, you pussy, can't fuck with that (aye)
I heard he talkin' 'bout sendin' some shots, we gon' send 'em back (ah)
Boy, you a lil baby, your breath smell like Similac (aye)
We was ridin' strapped, four deep, rollin' off the flats
Trigger finger itchin', bite down, don't get whacked (aye)
Bled that, that (what), bled that check (yeah)
Blood everywhere, that nigga bleedin', so get whacked (damn)
I'm from 'round the way where niggas die about respect
[Verse 2: JDA Mook]
Uh, uh, die about respect, uh
M50 all on my neck, uh, treat my chopper like a pet, uh
Extension drop, leave it wet, uh, it ain't enough, make it stretch
I'm in this bitch with my set, uh, the chopper's all up on the 'Vette, uh
I'm in this bitch like DMX, uh, snuff him, what you gon' do next, uh?
Ee, ee, uh, ee, ee, uh, ee, ee, uh
The chopper's all under the seat, I'm in this bitch and I'm geeked, uh
This ecstasy, it got me weak, I'm turnt, tellin' bitches have a seat
You know how it go when it come to the streets
You know how it go when it come back to me
I was out there in the kitchen, uh, I was out there on the streets
I was out there in the kitchen, uh, I left that shit for these beats