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whoop that trick - frvrup & ysk sav lyrics

[intro]
whoop that trick
oh sh*t find it, man find it
that’s it right there
speed it up
speed it up
nah, speed that up
speed that up

[verse 1 (ysk sav)]
whoop that trick, got a stick wit’ a hmm
straight out the gate, he got hit in his sh*t
for talking too much, b*tch you know we legit
know my young n*ggas violent
i’m sendin’ a blitz
b*tch, i appeal like some dope
b*tch, come take you a sniff
ay, he flexin’ too hard, take that watch off his wrist
reach for this sh*t and you takin’ a trip
watch him sail off and i’m bookin’ that ship
bookin’ that ship, i’ma get his ass flipped
this a ride in my pants ain’t no motherf*ckin’ tip
got the ride in my pants while i’m servin’ her d*ck
if she make the wrong move then i’ll k!llin’ this b*tch
up wit’ the stick, i’ma show you a trick
young project baby, i’m straight out the brick
young project baby, i made it legit (yeah, yeah)
like chris and you saint, better stay out the mix

[verse 2 (frvrup)]
these n*ggas been cappin’ a lot
i don’t do friends, i ain’t dappin’ a lot
n*ggas been fake, they been actin’ a lot
cuz’ a n*gga get paid, i been addin’ a lot
ay, i feel like big meech
these n*ggas can’t get me
your b*tch wanna f*ck
enough is enough
if she like it rough, then i’m crackin’ her spot
won’t catch me slippin’, i’m lackin’ or not
ain’t gamblin’ n*gga, i’m jackin’ the pot
tell the police don’t question me, tell my b*tch don’t question me
if it happened or not
ain’t whoopin’ no trick
i ain’t slappin’ no thot
i’ma beat the b*tch ass, but that was a thought
my circle got small, i cut n*ggas off
they say i switched up, but that was my fault

[verse 3 (ysk sav)]
that wasn’t your fault
b*tch got a stick wit’ a beam
tryna knock some sh*t off
call out a place
man, i feel like the boss
drop a bag on his head
give a f*ck bout’ the cost
send a shoutout
my brother, we knockin’ em’ off
should’ve hyped his ass up
give a f*ck bout’ your loss
give a f*ck bout’ your loss
b*tch, i’m hangin’ wit’ savages
cut throat, we handlin’ packages
h*llcat, we causing them damages
care pack, he needed some bandages
really got locked up for shippin’ and handlin’
finna shoot at these n*ggas, and talkin’ no cameraman
ain’t talkin’ no cameraman
leave his ass stuck
from the front of the club
i’ma leave his ass dumped
please don’t get in my way, b*tch
i’m swingin’ this pump
we givin’ out shots but you ain’t gon’ get dropped, p*ssy

[outro]
okay, let’s go smoke that joint

- frvrup ysk sav lyrics

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