ᴄᴊ - ᴡʜᴏᴏᴘᴛʏ

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')