[Hook:Woop]
Smoke a zip, roll another spliff
Stack a chip, turn up on a n***a piffed up
I’m the sh**, diamonds on my wrist
[?]
Want him dead, I don’t know the man
Get him out my face, I’m to f**in piffed up
(Turnin’ up on these n***as)
What you mean, I’m Ameri-fiend
I’m k** the scene man
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’up
Rock Out Woop (x3)
(I Rock Out on these n***as)
Rock Out Woop (x3)
(Rock Out on these n***as)
Rock Out Woop (x3)
(I Rock Out broad day)
[Verse 1: Woop]
I got a chopper that’ll rock you out them motherf**ing bands like a guitar
Master P, (Woop) n***a i got the hook-up
Got a bad b**h smoking out a hookah
Puerto Rican plug, Rican white flow (get it)
Trap house keep a juug at the door
Jack house got straight robbers in it
Bit a skittle with a monkey in the middle
I’m geeked up, what the f** a n***a mean
Rock out broad day, behind the team Billie Jean
Crackers play it dirty, but I’m trying to keep it clean
On the corner swangin’ dope [?]
I don’t know what the f** n***as is thinkin’
I don’t know nothing, Only thing that I’m saying
Woopie ain’t next?, you gotta be playin
(Aye!)
Selling swag packs of the Lingo
Blow up, him C4, Moving with his b**h like a vevo
I walk round’ like I’m Deebo, I’m pluggd in with a chico
Big dog status, that’s me though
Woopie got one feeling, my only feeling is f** how you feeling
(I got that drink right here)
[Hook: Woop]
[Verse 2: Woop]
Like em’ cla**ic, not that bullsh**
If she rock out, make me fall out, way she do it
Rock out with my b**h say, Rock out with my n***as say
I rock out in broad day, I bang out on Broadway
And the gas growing like its doing push-ups
I’m a hood n***a, doing hood sh**
If you a hood n***a, n***a throw your hood up
f** where he from, we gon’ rock out on him
I take these b**hes do mollies on em
[?]
I got that lean in the styraphoam
With my lil’ n***a, he right or wrong
Can’t tell him nothing he keep that stone
[?], But you die alone
So now, i-i just ride around with my full clip
In case I have to rock out on some bullsh**
[Hook: Woop]