Rock Out Woop - Woop

Smoke a zip, roll another spliff

Stack a chip, turn up on a nigga piffed up

I’m the shit, diamonds on my wrist

Want him dead, I don’t know the man

Get him out my face, I’m to fuckin piffed up

(Turnin' up on these niggas)

What you mean, I’m Ameri-fiend

I’m kill the scene man

Hol' up, hol' up, hol’up

Rock Out Woop (I Rock Out on these niggas)

Rock Out Woop (Rock Out on these niggas)

Rock Out Woop (I Rock Out broad day)

I got a chopper that’ll rock you out them motherfucking bands like a guitar

Master P, (Woop) nigga i got the hook-up

Got a bad bitch 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 fuck a nigga 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 fuck niggas 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 bitch 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 fuck how you feeling

(I got that drink right here)

Like em' classic, not that bullshit

If she rock out, make me fall out, way she do it

Rock out with my bitch say, Rock out with my niggas 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 nigga, doing hood shit

If you a hood nigga, nigga throw your hood up

Fuck where he from, we gon' rock out on him

I take these bitches do mollies on em

I got that lean in the styraphoam

With my lil' nigga, 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 bullshit