Cheldon McQueen - Whoop lyrics

[Verse 1: Andrew] Y'all about to have a problem with it About to get cooked like the rawest chicken About to get took like I robbed your business About to get whooped, and we all can witness Better call your mama and the obstetrician Cause I go too raw and I'm far from finished Got the whole team with us and we all be winning Yeah, the whole team with us, yeah that's Autumn, innit? I got the sh** I know you want Take it all, you owe me one But I'll slice you up like Obi-Wan If you're acting like you know me, son I'm gonna eat that right for breakfast now And when we get back I'll spread it out Oh, I need that oh so precious sound And it's almost time to let it out, so [Chorus] Let me hear that sound Let me hear that sound Let me hear that sound Cause there's no better time than here and now Let me hear that sound Let me hear that sound If you don't know how it goes by now I'm gonna do it for you right now: whoop! [Verse 2: Travis] Often spotty carbon copy of the mom and poppy Line of thinking, nothing new or crafted, Hobby Lobby Cluing you in on what's the trends would be like Trying to copy terabytes on old and dusted stupid floppies You ain't got no space The crew's too threw, let me hear the ba**, man The crew's too threw, let me hear the ba**, man We may not been the first, but we set the pace Oh whoa, we bring heat, it ain't just seasonal Oh no, we out here and y'all ain't even know Think what you want, we got the pudding with proof Every time you speak, hate what you're putting me through Every time you act, hate what you're looking to do And every time you breathe, there ain't much good it can do, no [Chorus] [Verse 3: Cheldon McQueen] Long as they twenty-one it's black jack, I don't need no Tropic Thunder Cause my Benz still iller, please don't tell my baby mama Pull up on your girl, ask her out to Benihana's Skrrrrt off, then drip like piranhas I've been on for a minute now From the way With them boy buss shot every day Trav Scott, know the boy don't play But you n***as so sus It done been a minute since a n***a showed up Steady getting son'd, boy you need to grow up Instead of showing hate, boy you need to show love, oh You need to show love Bout to wrap it up like a pita roll Make her sing my songs like Anita Baker I'm just trying to headline Fader Fort They just say we just so, we just so so good