Wock in the Stock (feat. Jdot Breezy) - Whoppa Wit Da Choppa

Hey (Ayy, Mitch) Bought some Wock, not to drink, just to keep in stock (Slatt) Got a stick way too big, I could kill a fox (Grrt) Hundred thousand dollars cash, spent it in a stock (That cash) Sixty eights on my ass, two millies in my Glock (You see) I can't cop no Aston Martin (Broke), that shit for the broke (No, no) I got me a new Lamborghini (Skrrt), it came with remotes (Yes) My bitch came from overseas, we fuck and she get choked (She fine) Outside with the goons and robbers, all white like the pope (Ooh, yeah) For the forty-fifth time, I'm good everywhere (On God) Big boy Ferrari, drop the top, it's red like February (Skrrt) Ten-carat earrings, a hundred grand, no kizzy (Ya dig?) This bitch geekin' off a school bus, she Miss Frizzie (Beep) Her best friend took too much boot, she too dizzy (Too dizz) I'm about to put 'em both in a figure-four Check a nigga out (Yeah), I'm that nigga that get shit done (Yeah) Tweetin' on my phone in the bath like Rev Run (Yeah, on God) Concrete boy, it's that new test ride on Big Pun (My bank) Got like five different APs, who want one? (Yeah, AP) It's a fact (Yes), I'ma always (Yes) get it done (I do) These niggas my sons and I'm 50 Cent (No love) Ridin' 'round (Yeah) in a Bentley (Yeah) and it got me bent (Yeah) This bitch thirsty, she need more water, you folks are Flint (Water) Bought some Wock, not to drink, just to keep in stock Got a stick way too big, I could kill a fox (Grrt) Hundred thousand dollars cash, spent it in a stock (That cash) Sixty eights on my ass, two millies in my Glock (You see) I can't cop no Aston Martin (Broke), that shit for the broke (No, no) I got me a new Lamborghini (Skrrt), it came with remotes (Yes) My bitch came from overseas, we fuck and she get choked (She fine) Outside with the goons and robbers, all white like the pope (Ooh, yeah) For the forty-fifth time, I'm good everywhere (On God) Big boy Ferrari, drop the top, it's red like February (Skrrt) I'm just tryna fuck her from the back with no issues We already know you goin' broke (Yes), keep your tissues Too much fuckin' money (Ooh) I've been making (Yes), I won't diss you Niggas plottin' on me, that's okay 'cause I tote pistols (Yeah, brrt) Niggas count me out, shit, that's okay 'cause I count money Fuck bein' in yo' top five, my mama's countin' hundreds (On God, Lousy)

(Kill) I keep a stick with me, nigga, I'll use it Who listen to Foolio? Man, that nigga music dookie Smoking dead opps, man this shit therapeutic Hmm, niggas got a lot of mouth until we fuckin' mute it Hop out on your block with drums, nigga, like this shit acoustic She wanna suck on me for fun, nigga, I might let her do it Hundred rounds under that gun, nigga, bitch look like a booty In the streets, it ain't no love, nigga, think they killed Cupid Redrum, murder one, nigga know just what we do Got that lo', I'm with the crew, we four deep, we rolling through I ain't tryna rap with niggas, he wanna tweak, I wanna shoot I can merch, his ass a goof, them niggas round, they goofy too Drop for more sticks 'cause the last ones got put to use They know we blow shit, hit the opps' block, then we pollute We in a stoley, this a hot car pullin' up on you We heard the cops out, we don't give no fuck, man, these niggas stupid I told bro we gotta finish him, I'm sick of this lil' bitch Every time bitch, we gon' get at him, ain't slowing down on shit You can't fuck with them, then fuck with us, it's us or them, now pick 'Fore we pick a side for you and kill you, stupid jit Yeah, nigga, hmm, wrap shit like a mummy And any time of day, we load them K's, and bitch, we coming We running witchu too, so ion see the sense in running A nigga heard them shots, the block whole went clunking Watch me tap the switch, this bitch sound like it's switching gears Nigga, fuck everybody, fuck the world, that's how I feel We ain't talking just to talk, we get up with your ass for real On Instagram being cool, now your dumb ass killed Plot twist, you know Jack had killed Jill right on the hill Catch a nigga in here talk 'bout drop my mask, and he get drilled I been tryna keep my cool, but I ain't mad, but I can't chill Mini Draco, forty rounds, I put that bitch to work for real Bitch-ass nigga make me sick, real nauseous how I feel Draco left his ass in shock, I call this bitch electric eel His shirt white, but now it's red, I really left a stain with steel Hothead got hit with something hotter, now his ass on chill I hate the fucking opps so much, I'm gon' get rich and drop a mill' On a nigga head, bro like, "Who you want?" and I'm like "Him" If we had to grit it out, I'd beat a nigga ass in Timbs Stomp a nigga in his shit, like bitch, I told you I was him Hit a block and let the switchy off, niggas go domino Forty round, I'ma let thirty off 'cause I did it before I was told if it ain't empty, then nigga, bang it some more Leave you stinking just for tryna get famous and now you ghost

Ayo, Shoki, this go crazy Thanks, Yakree I love them dead bands Ku 'nem ain't no joke, a diss he wrote, I want his head then Lovin' on that ho, she dropped the lo', now you a dead man I want all the smoke, let's kill the goat and turn his head in Speak on that name, a body promised, bet that boy won't say it again Play that song once, I let it slide, you better not play it again Think straight, nigga, fuck your partner, I'll say it again On the interstate ridin' with a Drac', I'll up this bitch and break the wind Never take your mask off, nigga tweakin' Catch a body, then we leavin' Bet that boy won't last long 'cause we gon' leave that nigga bleedin' Heard a nigga plottin' and talkin' 'bout steppin' on me Ray Charles, I never seen him Them broke niggas gon' die if they talk about wrestlin' me, my blicky never seen it Nigga, what you on, though? 'Cause, bitch, we catch bodies too Any nigga want smoke, I show him what this chopper do I started doin' pop-ups, we pull up poppin' shots at you No drive-by, we walked up, -, Ku hit him too Freaky bitch, she 22, she do what I tell her to I was eight with a .38, bitch, I'm twenty now with a 22 I'm talkin' 'bout my G-Lock, ten racks on me, posted with my Ku Screamin' fuck a hater, dyin' now or later Nigga, pick a side 'fore we get at you Boy, that child wild, he a wild child So I'm walkin' with him, R.I.P. to Ku They better bow down 'cause I got now Try to take it from me, now he on the news Smokin' pow down, she in pound town I ain't cuffin' on her, pass her to the Ku Shut the town down, we gon' spin 'round I'ma show a nigga what this 'matic do I love them dead bands Ku 'nem ain't no joke, a diss he wrote, I want his head then Lovin' on that ho, she dropped the lo', now you a dead man I want all the smoke, let's kill the goat and turn his head in Speak on that name, a body promised, bet that boy won't say it again Play that song once, I let it slide, you better not play it again Think straight, nigga, fuck your partner, I'll say it again On the interstate ridin' with a Drac', I'll up this bitch and break the wind Fuck the police, free my twin Don't watch my pocket, 'cause you gon' meet my friend You want him dead, put it on his head Ain't shit to make a call to Benjamin Lincoln and Jefferson I got a closet full of Washingtons that I been savin' for a rainy day Doc don't prescribe me nothin' less than tens Can't nothin' else take this pain away She know I beat it up like 808, make her say, "Okay, okay" You bang that K, you slang that K He'll pull up sober, he want that 'caine today Say my name three times like Candyman, I'm comin' Bitch, I ain't came to play Why these niggas laughin' like shit funny? Bitch, I ain't Damon Wayans I don't bang with them, so I don't chase Don't do no drinkin', but it's all straight I don't trust niggas, my dog fake Buckle up, 'cause well like Allstate Know we done crashed niggas, literally Dead bodies in them hallways Shooters shoot, don't call plays Ten toes down, I'ma stand on all eight I'ma bust it wide open at the Heaven gate Let 'em spread rumors, I don't set 'em straight Told her spread it, let me bust Say she bleedin', she been eatin' dick for days I do not believe in opps, 'cause once one of them niggas drop Niggas grab a badge and turn to cops Bitch say I'm hot, I burned the block That's them right there, bruh, turn the car That loafin', you get turned to star I'm high as Venus, don't get turned to Mars See he tried this and then got turned to bars Free my main man Before a nigga wanted stripes, we was earnin' ours Man, let's work this gameplan You get a bond, you'll be home tomorrow

And I need you And I miss you And now I wonder If I could fall, into the sky Do you think time, would pass me by? 'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles If I could just see you Tonight (Drilltime, what you cookin', nigga?) Ayy, when I see you, I'ma push your shit back, boy Choppa get to spittin' through your set, we don't fight, boy 12 paramedics couldn't save your fuckin' life, boy Rod K dead and he never comin' back, boy We gon' treat this bitch like a match how we strike, boy Left his ass in the street, this the end of your life, boy Last thing your ass hear, flashlight on this Mac, boy Bro, these niggas soft as hell, all these niggas, they just act hard I'ma shoot this bitch, when I motherfuckin' see you (and I need you) I don't go nowhere without my motherfuckin' hеat cool (and I need you) Smokin' on Lil Peedy, I was smokin' Trey D too (and I need you) Free my nigga Max 'til they motherfuckin' free you (and I need you) Knock a nigga out, boy, you can gеt your ass beat too (and I need you) Lil' ho, you trippin', baby girl, I don't need you (and I need you) You could walk a thousand miles and I still don't wanna see you (and I need you) I got the whole city scared, these niggas know what we do (and I need you) (Hol' up) Who I smoke? (Who?) Bibby (and I need you) Who I smoke? (Who?) Teki (and I miss you) Who I smoke? (Who?) Lil Nine (and I need you) And now I wonder (and I miss you) Where the opps at? Got a lo', I told 'em "Drop that" (and I miss you) FN and it spittin', one in the head, ain't gotta cock it back (and I miss you) Know I'm smokin' Jitt, and one thing, they just can't get him back (And I miss you, smokin' who?) In the splat, back-to-back (skrrt), now we double back (and I m-) My killer make his face go, that's one thing 'bout Ksoo (Ksoo) No Hospital Gang, boy, you know that shit a case close (NHG) Want him dead, bust his head, all I do is say, "Go" (got get 'em) Drop a opp, drop a thot, eeny-meeny-miny-mo (eeny-meeny) I tote the rocket when I travel, I'm pistol packin' the heat pack (I'm pistol packin' in Hous') I was lurkin' on his page and I caught him lackin' in Houston (we back) We let off shots, he got shot and went live (I went live) I was tweakin' like, "Fuck, man, that bitch ain't die" (we'll go) When they diss on two times, we gon' spin a few times (and I need you) Glock .23 for two, three, let off rounds 'til you die (and I miss you, 'til you die) Jumpout thought shit was sweet, 'til we found out the drop (and I need you, yeah) Found out where that boy workin', then boy clocked 'em out (and I miss you) (Ayy, hol' up) Who I smoke? (Who?) Bibby (and I miss you) Who I smoke? (Who?) Teki (and I miss you) Who I smoke? (Who?) Lil Nine (and I miss you) And now I wonder (And I m-) (Grrt) And I miss you And I miss you And I miss you