Whoopty Bitch, I’m outside it’s a movie song Lyrics

Whoopty song Lyrics

Loyalty over royalty, y’all niggas know the vibes

Pxcoyo killed this beat, bitch

Whoopty Lyrics

Bitch, I’m outside, it’s a movie (Whoopty)

(Huh) Blue cheese, I swear I’m addicted to blue cheese

I gotta stick to this paper like loose leaf

Bitch, I’m ’bout my chicken like it’s a two-piece

You can have your bitch back, she a groupie

She just swallowed all my kids in the two-seat (Gag)

Swagged out; for Milly, we bringing them gats out

I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house

Off the 42, I’m blowing her back out (Blowing her back out)

I’m back on my bullshit, swing back with a full clip

They say I’m moving ruthless

And my shooters, they shootin’

I won’t take her to Ruth’s Chris

I get the breesh, then it’s adiós

If I’m with your treesh, then she’s giving throat

When I see police, then we getting low

That’s another piece, that’s another Zoe

Ice in the VV’s, now she’s down to get treeshy

I got all this water on me like Fiji

Bitch, I’m posted up with Hats and the Sleezys

Smokin’ the Zaza, it goes straight to the māthā

Then I’m uppin’ the choppa

I’m hittin’ the cha-cha, open his lata

Then he dancin’ bachata

Smokin’ the Zaza, it goes straight to the māthā

Then I’m uppin’ the choppa

I’m hittin’ the cha-cha, then I open his lata

Then he dancin’ bachata

Whoopty

Bitch, I’m outside it’s a movie (Whoopty)

(Huh) Blue cheese, I swear I’m addicted to blue cheese

I gotta stick to this paper like loose leaf

Bitch, I’m ’bout my chicken like it’s a two-piece

You can have your bitch back, she a groupie

She just swallowed all my kids in the two-seat (Gag)

Swagged out; for Milly, we bringing them gats out

I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house

Off the 42, I’m blowing her back out (Blowing her back out)

I’m back on my bullshit, swing back with a full clip

They say I’m moving ruthless

And my shooters, they shootin’

I won’t take her to Ruth’s Chris

Swagged out; for Milly, we bringing them gats out

I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house

Off the 42, I’m blowing her back out (Blowing her back out)

I’m back on my bullshit, swing back with a full clip

They say I’m moving ruthless

And my shooters, they shootin’

I won’t take her to Ruth’s Chris