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lirik lagu hmc – woop

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[hook: woop]
geek up on these n-ggas like i took a gram with molly (aye)
geek up on these n-ggas like i caught another body (geek up)
geek up on these n-ggas like i’m rollin’ gangsta exotic
geek up on these n-ggas, geek up on these, geek up on these
holy moly choppa, i been playing with the rifle (3x)
holy moly, tat-tat! holy moly, tat-tat!

[verse 1: yg ivy]
the stripper booty cheeky you know lil uzi clap n-ggas clap n-ggas
in a stick-up with some mouse cause you know we trap n-ggas (where you going?)
rock out uzi, one n-gga, two pistols
young n-ggas, three pop, two cookers in the kitchen
pull up on a f-ck n-gga, heard he want beef (beef)
too much sneak dissing, i’m just dissing on the sneak (sneak)
shoot him in the ear, bang bang, dre beats
f-ck 12, f-ck county, f-ck o.p.d. (f-ck ’em)
keys in my car but it’s a push start
i can pull up when it’s dark or even broad day, though
i own so much cars, my respect is a bar code
i’d rather thumb through a check and sit next to my rifle (no lies)
pull up to your trap with three thai hoes
then i chop the brick like tae kwon do (kwon do)
b-tch i keep like them 9’s like i’m rondo!
pull up in an unknown john doe!

[hook: woop]

[verse 2: woop]
kickin’ with the choppa, i be [?]
choppa made in j-pan, kick-kicking at your -ss
break the swisher sweet down and fill it up with swag (good gas)
red bottoms with pounds and mcm book bags
ice on my shoes, no styling (no styling)
paid that n-gga f-ck boy, f-ck for the free (f-ck her for the free)
trap booming hard, boy you can get a key
trap booming hard, sell you 33 a piece
word to my n-ggas, we the lords (we the lords)
sharks in the trap house, snakes in the yard (sss!)
i’m getting purple pounds in the slums
f-ck what he did, why he came and where he from
“h-llo, you my friend. i know you my friend.”
claim you ain’t friendly but friendly as f-ck
choppa chop shop, i’m choppin’ ’em up
take a crack rock and cuttin’ it up
take a gucci b-tton down and b-tton ’em up (b-tton it up)
no more fake friends, you f-cking or what?
black he-rs- wagon, you can’t meet the driver ( you can’t meet the driver)
holy moly choppa, running with the rifle

[hook: woop]

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