Lyrics 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,
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')
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