Rock Out Woop lyrics

[Hook:Woop]

Smoke a zip, roll another spliff
Stack a chip, turn up on a n*gga piffed up
I'm the sh*t, diamonds on my wrist
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Want him dead, I don't know the man
Get him out my face, I'm to f*ckin piffed up
(Turnin' up on these n*ggas)
What you mean, I'm Ameri-fiend
I'm kill the scene man
Hol' up, hol' up, hol'up
Rock Out Woop (x3)
(I Rock Out on these n*ggas)
Rock Out Woop (x3)
(Rock Out on these n*ggas)
Rock Out Woop (x3)
(I Rock Out broad day)

[Verse 1: Woop]

I got a fully auto chopper that'll rock you out them motherf*cking bands like a guitar
Master P, (Woop) n*gga i got the hook-up
Got a bad b*tch smoking out a hookah
Puerto Rican plug, Ricky Martin flow (get it)
Trap house keep a juug at the door
Jack house got straight robbers in it
Bit a skittle with a monkey in the middle
I'm geeked up, what the f*ck a n*gga mean
Rock out broad day, behind the team Billie Jean
Crackers play it dirty, but I'm trying to keep it clean
Bend the corner, swang the door boogie wit it flee the scene
I don't know what the f*ck n*ggas is thinkin'
I don't know nothing, only thing that I'm saying
Woopie ain't next? gotta be playin
(Aye!)
Selling swag packs of the Lingo
Blow up, him C4, Moving with his b*tch like a vevo
I walk round' like I'm Deebo, I'm plugged in with a chico
Big dog status, that's me though
Woopie got one feeling, my only feeling is f*ck how you feeling
(I got that drink right here)