HOODRICH TAG
DJ LiL Keem What Up
[Hollywood Mickey]
Pop-A-Lot What up, No More Whippin Chickens
Verse 1
This watch face insane / this brightlin got a screw loose/ i pulled up in that new coupe its compact like a deuce deuce/ told your b**h she fired but she holding on like a loose tooth/ homie gotta that shotty in the big body no bruce bruce/ they joking n***a pop in the crib blowing potent/ I done drove the chevy drove the benzes next stop is the roaster/ with a stash spot for my toaster/ they can see we getting bread/ white or wheat/ she topped me off no teeth/ you play them games ill spray them things/ circle on your door no reef/ im in the range switching lane to lane pedal to the floor like peace/ ill holla walked out the crib new prada/ watch your chick cause if I hit she coming back like karma/ eat her up like dalmer/ she blowing me like gonga/ FEDS tapped my phone tried to put a end to my saga/ but they left breath in my body that three piece ain't faze me/ i came home with a new grind if you f** with me then pay me/ we had the city on its heals/ spending like we had a deal/ throwing ones like we had a mil/ so she'll eat this dick like its a meal/ balls in her face like she a seal/the feds giving out long numbers just thought that I should mention no more water whipping chickens
CHORUS
Only thing on my mind/ is grinding getting the digits/ shining f**ing these b**hes/you talk about it we live/ wrist wear to vicious/ chevy sitting on sixes/ tell the feds that i rap now no more water whipping chickens/ no more water whipping chickens/ no more water whipping chickens/ tell the feds that i rap now no more water whipping chickens
Verse 2 [Pop-A-Lot]
I used to water whip them chickens
Me I get it n***a
I'm ridin round wit ammunition
I'll hit a n***a have his family reminiscing
P-O-P I get plenty b**hes
I was cooking up and they doing dishes
All I do is make movies n***a
He'll fix your a** he got the toolie wit him
Everyday I'm with Dayo
Or with Hollywood in the newest sh**
Them extendos they movie clips
Call me 2pop I do this sh**
450 for the Gucci sh**
10 crucifixus no true religions
In 98 I was a hot boy
Getting cash money like Juve n***a
It was Choppa city like BG
They gonna see me on MTV
I was riding round serving 3 pieces
I pulled up just like beep beep
In the back seat it was 3 freaks
When I pulled off it was skeet skeet
Its like I woke up from A deep sleep
Bumpin 2pac on repeat
CHORUS
Only thing on my mind/ is grinding getting the digits/ shining f**ing these b**hes/you talk about it we live/ wrist wear to vicious/ chevy sitting on sixes/ tell the feds that i rap now no more water whipping chickens/ no more water whipping chickens/ no more water whipping chickens/ tell the feds that i rap now no more water whipping chickens