lirik lagu beo lil kenny & key glock - whoopty woop
[intro: beo lil kenny]
beo status
oh, yeah
(don’t worry ’bout it)
uh
(friezes got it frozen)
uh
f~ckin’ sh~t up ’til i d~i~e
ayy
[chorus: beo lil kenny]
mansion full of bad b~tches (yeah), pull off in that bulletproof
i got too much ice on, don’t get hit with that whoopty~whoop (whoopty~whoop)
k!llers in them black trucks catch bodies, that ain’t nothin’ new (oh, yeah)
a few of them sell albums, but they still sell a brick or two (bricks)
all these b~tches bad, i might have to hit the switcheroo (switch)
if we f~ck tonight, in the morning, might buy a purse or two (oh)
codeine and these tabs, i might have to pop a perc’ or two
shorty got them legs and thighs (yeah), uh, just like church’s do (uh)
[post~chorus: beo lil kenny]
uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up (hold up), let’s f~ck sh~t up (f~ck sh~t up)
uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up, let’s f~ck sh~t up (f~ck sh~t up)
uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up, let’s f~ck sh~t up (f~ck sh~t up)
uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up, let’s f~ck sh~t up (uh)
[verse 1: beo lil kenny]
fresh up off the jet, n~gga (ayy), landed at the louis store (oh, yeah)
pockets like this clip, n~gga, both of ’em on overload
my homies need a drug cleanse ’cause i swear to god, they want all the smoke (yeah)
hit a n~gga with the casamigos in the club ’til the bottle broke (uh)
any time i hit the scene, your b~tch gon’ need a neck brace (oh, yeah)
she only wanna f~ck with me ’cause i got benefits like section 8
knock an opp off, count a million dollars, only way i can meditate
i got the tool, put me anyplace, time to see a real n~gga elevate (elevate)
came to the club with a hundred k, watch me f~ck sh~t up (f~ck it up)
why you can’t get over that hump? d~mn, you must be stuck
hit my homie with a brick of raw, he said i came in the clutch
you ain’t gotta pay me back, never clutchin’, always bust (frrt)
three hundred rounds in the truck and he got a handgun under his nuts (nuts)
anything movin’ funny, he ain’t with us, he get hit up (hit up)
three hundred thousand in jewelry, i can’t blame him for tryin’ his luck (can’t blame him)
lil boat beat him ’til the punch, now he got duke diggin’ him up (free him)
they don’t want us in the club, when we get in, we f~ckin’ it up (f~ck ’em up)
b~tches all on my d~ck, we get in the room, they suckin’ it up (facts)
i’m always goin’ hard ’cause two million dollars, that ain’t enough (oh, yeah)
bro lawyer want two mill’, understood, i’m f~ckin’ it up (yeah)
[verse 2: key glock]
i just made a bag and doubled it up (ayy)
they call me glock, snuck one in the club (glizock)
bro paparazzi, they poppin’ right up (yeah)
i can’t go in none of these hoes with no glove (what the f~ck?)
i can’t go in none of these hoes with no rubber (yeah)
rolex, daytona, garlic b~tter (phew)
yeah, my main b~tch a walkin’ puddle (uh)
ballin’ hard, just got a triple double
chopper bigger than beo (phew, fah, fah, fah)
glizock cutthroat ceo (yeah, glizock)
bro keep all black, he emo (fah)
you savin’ these hoes, you’s a hero (yeah)
too p, i put the p’s in pimping (yeah)
came in the rap game, had it glitching (yeah)
if glock there, all the hoes attending (yeah)
i’m ballin’ for real, these n~ggas scrimmage (yeah, yeah, yeah)
my money good, my b~tch bad
ayy, he keep doin’ that talkin’, he gon’ get his b~tch ass gift~wrapped (yeah)
i ain’t finna beef about no ho, you can get your b~tch back
ayy, he’s a good rapper, but still a ho with his b~tch ass (lame)
[chorus: beo lil kenny]
mansion full of bad b~tches (yeah), pull off in that bulletproof
i got too much ice on, don’t get hit with that whoopty~whoop (whoopty~whoop)
k!llers in them black trucks catch bodies, that ain’t nothin’ new (oh, yeah)
a few of them sell albums, but they still sell a brick or two (bricks)
all these b~tches bad, i might have to hit the switcheroo (switch)
if we f~ck tonight, in the morning, might buy a purse or two (oh)
codeine and these tabs, i might have to pop a perc’ or two
shorty got them legs and thighs (yeah), uh, just like church’s do (uh)
[post~chorus: beo lil kenny]
uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up (hold up), let’s f~ck sh~t up (f~ck sh~t up)
uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up, let’s f~ck sh~t up (f~ck sh~t up)
uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up, let’s f~ck sh~t up (f~ck sh~t up)
uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up, let’s f~ck sh~t up
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