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Whoopty Woop Video (MV)




Performed By: BEO Lil Kenny
Featuring: Key Glock
Language: English
Length: 3:48
Written by: Kenneth Mason, Maykeyvius Cathey, Roman Bobrov




BEO Lil Kenny - Whoopty Woop Lyrics
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[ Featuring Key Glock ]

BEO status, oh yeah (don't worry 'bout it)
Uh (friezes got it frozen)
Uh, f*ckin' shit up 'til I D-I-E
Ayy

Mansion full of bad bitches (yeah)
Pull off in that bulletproof
I got too much ice on (frrt), don't get hit with that whoopty-whoop (whoopty-whoop)
Killers in them black trucks catch bodies, that ain't nothin' new (oh yeah)
A few of them sell albums, but they still sell a brick or two (bricks)
All these bitches bad, I might have to hit the switcheroo (switch)
If we f*ck tonight, in the mornin', might buy a purse or two (oh)
Codeine and these tabs, I might have to pop a Perc' or two
Shawty got them legs and thighs (yeah), yeah, uh, just like Church's do (uh)

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up (hold up), let's f*ck shit up (f*ck shit up)
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up, let's f*ck shit up (f*ck shit up)
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up, let's f*ck shit up (f*ck shit up)
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up, let's f*ck shit up (uh)

Fresh up off the jet, nigga (ayy), landed at the Louis store (oh yeah)
Pockets like this clip, nigga, both of 'em on overload
My homies need a drug clinic 'cause I swear to God they want all the smoke (yeah)
Hit a nigga with the Casamigos in the club 'til the bottle broke (uh)
Anytime I hit the scene, your bitch gon' need a neck break (oh yeah)
She only wanna f*ck with me 'cause I got benefits like Section 8
Knock her off, 'bout count a million dollars, the only way I can meditate (f*ckin' shit up)
I got the two, put me in the place (uh), time to see a real nigga elevate (elevate)
Came to the club with a hundred K, watch me f*ck shit up (f*ck it up)
Why you can't get over that hump? Damn, you must be stuck
Hit my homie with a brick of raw, he said I came in the clutch
You ain't gotta pay me back, never clutchin', always bust (frrt)
Three hundred rounds in the truck (ayy) and got a handgun under his nuts (nuts)
Anything movin' funny, he ain't with us, he get hit up (hit up)
Three hundred thousand in jewelry, I can't blame for tryin' his luck (can't blame him)
Lil Boat, beat him 'til the punch, now he got Duke diggin' him up (free him)
They don't want us in the club, when we get in, we f*ckin' it up (f*ckin' 'em up)
Bitches all on my dick, when you get in the room, they suckin' it up (facts)
I'm always goin' hard, 'cause two million dollars, that ain't enough (oh yeah)
If bro lawyer want two mill', understood, I'm f*ckin' it up (yeah)

I just made a bag and doubled it up (phew, phew, ayy)
They call me Glock, snuck one in the club (fah, fah, Glizock)
Brought paparazzi, they poppin' right up (yeah)
I can't go in none of these hoes with no gloves (what the f*ck?)
I can't go in none of these hoes with no rubber (yeah, ayy)
Rolex, Daytona, garlic butter (no)
Yeah, my main bitch a walkin' puddle (phew, uh)
Ballin' hard, just got a triple double (phew)
Chopper bigger than BEO (phew, fah, fah, fah)
Glizock, Cutthroat, CEO (yeah, Glizock)
Bro keep all black, he emo (fah)
You savin' these hoes, you's a hero (yeah)
Too P, I put the Ps in pimpin' (yeah)
Came in the rap game, had it glitchin' (yeah)
If Glock there, all the hoes attend (yeah)
I'm ballin' for real, these niggas scrimmage (yeah, yeah, yeah)
My money good, my bitch bad (ayy, uh)
He keep doin' that talkin' (fah, fah), he gon' get his bitch ass gift wrapped (yeah, ayy)
I ain't finna beef about no ho, you can get your bitch back (ayy)
Ayy, he's a good rapper, but still a ho, with his bitch ass (man)

Mansion full of bad bitches (yeah)
Pull off in that bulletproof
I got too much ice on (frrt), don't get hit with that whoopty-whoop (whoopty-whoop)
Killers in them black trucks catch bodies, that ain't nothin' new (oh yeah)
A few of them sell albums, but they still sell a brick or two (bricks)
All these bitches bad, I might have to hit the switcheroo (switch)
If we f*ck tonight, in the mornin', might buy a purse or two (oh)
Codeine and these tabs, I might have to pop a Perc' or two
Shawty got them legs and thighs (yeah), uh, just like Church's do (uh)

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up (hold up), let's f*ck shit up (f*ck shit up)
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up, let's f*ck shit up (f*ck shit up)
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up, let's f*ck shit up (f*ck shit up)
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up, let's f*ck shit up
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BEO status, oh yeah (don't worry 'bout it)
Uh (friezes got it frozen)
Uh, f*ckin' shit up 'til I D-I-E
Ayy

Mansion full of bad bitches (yeah)
Pull off in that bulletproof
I got too much ice on (frrt), don't get hit with that whoopty-whoop (whoopty-whoop)
Killers in them black trucks catch bodies, that ain't nothin' new (oh yeah)
A few of them sell albums, but they still sell a brick or two (bricks)
All these bitches bad, I might have to hit the switcheroo (switch)
If we f*ck tonight, in the mornin', might buy a purse or two (oh)
Codeine and these tabs, I might have to pop a Perc' or two
Shawty got them legs and thighs (yeah), yeah, uh, just like Church's do (uh)

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up (hold up), let's f*ck shit up (f*ck shit up)
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up, let's f*ck shit up (f*ck shit up)
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up, let's f*ck shit up (f*ck shit up)
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up, let's f*ck shit up (uh)

Fresh up off the jet, nigga (ayy), landed at the Louis store (oh yeah)
Pockets like this clip, nigga, both of 'em on overload
My homies need a drug clinic 'cause I swear to God they want all the smoke (yeah)
Hit a nigga with the Casamigos in the club 'til the bottle broke (uh)
Anytime I hit the scene, your bitch gon' need a neck break (oh yeah)
She only wanna f*ck with me 'cause I got benefits like Section 8
Knock her off, 'bout count a million dollars, the only way I can meditate (f*ckin' shit up)
I got the two, put me in the place (uh), time to see a real nigga elevate (elevate)
Came to the club with a hundred K, watch me f*ck shit up (f*ck it up)
Why you can't get over that hump? Damn, you must be stuck
Hit my homie with a brick of raw, he said I came in the clutch
You ain't gotta pay me back, never clutchin', always bust (frrt)
Three hundred rounds in the truck (ayy) and got a handgun under his nuts (nuts)
Anything movin' funny, he ain't with us, he get hit up (hit up)
Three hundred thousand in jewelry, I can't blame for tryin' his luck (can't blame him)
Lil Boat, beat him 'til the punch, now he got Duke diggin' him up (free him)
They don't want us in the club, when we get in, we f*ckin' it up (f*ckin' 'em up)
Bitches all on my dick, when you get in the room, they suckin' it up (facts)
I'm always goin' hard, 'cause two million dollars, that ain't enough (oh yeah)
If bro lawyer want two mill', understood, I'm f*ckin' it up (yeah)

I just made a bag and doubled it up (phew, phew, ayy)
They call me Glock, snuck one in the club (fah, fah, Glizock)
Brought paparazzi, they poppin' right up (yeah)
I can't go in none of these hoes with no gloves (what the f*ck?)
I can't go in none of these hoes with no rubber (yeah, ayy)
Rolex, Daytona, garlic butter (no)
Yeah, my main bitch a walkin' puddle (phew, uh)
Ballin' hard, just got a triple double (phew)
Chopper bigger than BEO (phew, fah, fah, fah)
Glizock, Cutthroat, CEO (yeah, Glizock)
Bro keep all black, he emo (fah)
You savin' these hoes, you's a hero (yeah)
Too P, I put the Ps in pimpin' (yeah)
Came in the rap game, had it glitchin' (yeah)
If Glock there, all the hoes attend (yeah)
I'm ballin' for real, these niggas scrimmage (yeah, yeah, yeah)
My money good, my bitch bad (ayy, uh)
He keep doin' that talkin' (fah, fah), he gon' get his bitch ass gift wrapped (yeah, ayy)
I ain't finna beef about no ho, you can get your bitch back (ayy)
Ayy, he's a good rapper, but still a ho, with his bitch ass (man)

Mansion full of bad bitches (yeah)
Pull off in that bulletproof
I got too much ice on (frrt), don't get hit with that whoopty-whoop (whoopty-whoop)
Killers in them black trucks catch bodies, that ain't nothin' new (oh yeah)
A few of them sell albums, but they still sell a brick or two (bricks)
All these bitches bad, I might have to hit the switcheroo (switch)
If we f*ck tonight, in the mornin', might buy a purse or two (oh)
Codeine and these tabs, I might have to pop a Perc' or two
Shawty got them legs and thighs (yeah), uh, just like Church's do (uh)

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up (hold up), let's f*ck shit up (f*ck shit up)
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up, let's f*ck shit up (f*ck shit up)
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up, let's f*ck shit up (f*ck shit up)
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold up, let's f*ck shit up
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Writer: Kenneth Mason, Maykeyvius Cathey, Roman Bobrov
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group


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