Cj - Whoopty nyc

(CJ)
It's shmovie (heavy on the SSO shit, man)
You know what it is (Pxcoyo killed this beat, bitch)
When you hear that
(Loyalty over royalty, y'all niggas know the vibes) Haan
Your favorite rapper is back out (who that?)
On Only Fans with his ass out, ha (Sueco, this is fire)
(Yessirski)

Whoopty (Whoopty)
Remix, it's a movie (haan)
Show me the box like Boosie
She jump off the Vert like Uzi (for what?)
Blue cheese
Hunnids, hunnids, blue cheese (hunnids, hunnids)
Model face like Karrueche
Make up like Jeezy and Gucci (brr)
I flow like Big with the Coogi (baby)
Swagged out, I'ma ride on 'em 'til they let Max out (sleezy)
Favorite rapper back out
On that OnlyFans with his ass out (Ha) (sleezy's, sleezy's)
You know I'm back with the sleezy's
My neck full of Fiji (Fiji)
King of New York, out of PC (Haan)
Back on my boss shit, AR with a full clip
Fdr with a new whip (skrrt)
Send it to DR for a new hip
We up on the opps like we two zip (baow)
I'm Larry David's own Webster
Get rid of weight like Flex
Yeah, Salt Bae with the chef
Breaking Bad with the meth (woo)
French McGregor with the left (ay, baow)

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 (huh?)
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 (skrrt)
Swagged out
For Milly, we bringin' them gats out (gang, gang)
I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house
Off the '42, I'm blowin' her back out (blowin' her back out)
I'm back on my bullshit, swing back with a full clip
They say I'm movin' ruthless
And my shooters, they shootin'
I won't take her to Ruth Chris (and my shooters they shootin')
(Shooters they shootin', ayy)


It's shmovie (huh?)
Salute me or shoot me (baow, baow, baow)
Don't let me skrrt skrrt with your groupie in the two-seat
Hol' up (in the skrrt, skrrt, what?)
Pour up four in the toolie
Who he? (Come on out)
Bust down, nigga icy (uh)
They don't like me, fight me (fight me)
Pulled up, sharin' with his wifey (with his wifey)
Came a long way from bustin' Nikes (bustin' Nikes)
Bust down Patek, precisely (precisely)
And this shit come, shit pricey (shit what?)
She like how I talk, spicy (she like how I walk)
Drip when I walk, Spike Lee (drip when I walk)
Louboutin, not no Nikes (huh?)
Free Quano Ashmighty (uh), huh
Christian Dior when I walk (when I walk)
I got the grip on the tool (on the tool)
I came in here with the Hawk, woo (baow, baow)
Who the fuck is the king of New York? (Who is that?)
Fuck 'bout the king of New York? (We don't)
They'll kill the king of New York, gang

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 (huh?)
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 (skrrt)
Swagged out
For Milly, we bringin' them gats out (gang, gang)
I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house
Off the '42, I'm blowin' her back out (blowin' her back out)
I'm back on my bullshit, swing back with a full clip
They say I'm movin' ruthless
And my shooters, they shootin'
I won't take her to Ruth Chris (and my shooters they shootin')
(Shooters they shootin', ayy)

Swagged out
For Milly, we bringing them gats out
I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house
Off the 42, I'm blowin' her back out (blowin' 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 (shooters they shootin')
(Shooters they shootin', ayy)

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