Woop That Bitch (Hurt That Hoe)

Lyrics

[Intro] In earlier news, the police still haven't found three well-known rappers, formerly employed by Hypnotize Mindz - they're asking if you have any leads or any information about where these rappers may be, please contact 528-CA-- Bitch, shut the fuck up, get the fuck outta here Yeeeeeah [Bridge] What, What Murderer What, What Urgh, Urgh, Urgh, Urgh What, What Murderer What, What, What [Chorus] Punk ass nigga constantly talkin' that shit Gonna fucking come up missin', gon' get found in a ditch I'll whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe Whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe And after the club, constantly runnin' his mouth Trying to tell this motherfuckin' nigga I'll whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe Whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe [Verse 1] Turn the corner, run up on the marijuana Smoke through headlights, holdin' up my temper Right, you bitches gots to die tonight That's a right, I'm down for fight I'm super hype when blessin' hoes Talkin' 'bout you got killas on payroll But man, fuck them hoes, get them head socks Grab them Glocks, I'm 'bout to do you in Look at all the cheese you gon' spend On this deadly friend, man, you don't know me Think with your heart, better just soak up Mr. Raw Fuckin' 'round, pull your card, break the law, blow your ass off Walk on heated like me, he didn't really know none 'bout this bit Act like you don't know me when this nigga really ain't 'barrin' shit Beg me, say "Mister please," trick'll have you missin' Z's Started off with keys, they slayin' them juices to small rotis Act like you don't know me when I'm ballin', clean up on the scene Spent more on bitches, been to more places than you done been, son of a bitch I ain't barrin' that shit to my niggas in the Lake And ain't barrin' that shit to my niggas in G.A [Chorus] Punk ass nigga constantly talking that shit Gonna fucking come up missing, gon' get found in a ditch I'll whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe Whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe And after the club, constantly running his mouth Trying to tell this motherfucking nigga I'll whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe Whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe [Verse 2] Yeah, y'all niggas is game-shy, y'all need to retire like Don Shula Keep talkin' shit, I'll put a hole on the side of your medulla My game so long, stretch like yards upon a ruler Keep talkin' shit, nigga, I'll be the fuckin' ruler Y'all niggas gonna get smacked, y'all niggas gacked up That's why I'm playin' with this rap game, so I can stack up I went from crumbs to bricks, bricks to crumbs Some make your ass dumb, so you really don't need none I'm loading my gun and thinking 'bout the beef that went down Of course, coward niggas talk shit, face to the ground Now you's a jackoff, on your broad, I get my rocks off She suckin' while I'm fuckin', you duckin'now, who's the boss? I never had to fuck with no coke or fuck with no dro I'm drinkin' on some beers and liquor, stackin' up dough Now what's beef? Beef is when you see me I got the .380 cocked, bet you run quickly Now when I whoop that bitch, I whoop that hoe [Chorus] Punk ass nigga constantly talking that shit Gonna fucking come up missing, gon' get found in a ditch I'll whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe Whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe And after the club, constantly running his mouth Trying to tell this motherfucking nigga I'll whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe Whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe [Verse 3] Gon' put your ass in the wall, spray sweet body sauce Say, "Koopsta Knicca" Shut up, man, cost the best and you know Man, fuckin' tracks, I took it, two fingers in your nookie See, Juicy he's a rookie, know that you smell like pussy Your bitch done make it better, she gave some to this killa My lissy bitch, I fuck her, she even gave me cheddar Best of all the dissin', gather up all ammunition Strictly outta North Memphis nigga, trippin' from a missin' Get crunk up in this club, 'til you bump into this pit Now I'm callin' up them wolves, but you ain't have to drown me To my niggas in the Chi, ain't barrin none of this shit To my niggas in New Orleans, ain't barrin none of this shit To my niggas down in Houston, ain't barrin none of this shit To my niggas up in Dallas, ain't barrin none of this shit To my niggas in St. Louis, ain't barrin none of this shit Don't forget about Memphis, ain't barrin none of this shit [Chorus] Punk ass nigga constantly talking that shit Gonna fucking come up missing, gon' get found in a ditch I'll whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe Whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe And after the club, constantly running his mouth Trying to tell this motherfucking nigga I'll whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe Whoop that bitch, I'll hurt that hoe