Wop
(d.a. got that dope)
Huh
Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off (burr)
Ballin' with the clique (ball), it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff (go)
Gucci to the kicks, so you should watch your bitch, dawg (Wop)
And when you see my bitch (woo), you gon' cut your bitch off
Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off
Ballin' with the clique, it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff
Gucci to the kicks (Gucci Gucci), so you should watch your bitch, dawg
And when you see my bitch, you gon' cut your bitch off
What a good feelin' when you know that you're thuggin' (Wop)
Whippin' up the-, and you know they gon' love it (Wop)
Slow motion on the oven while it's smokin' and bubblin'
Sellin' bags of the-, like the back of the Publix
Shawty thicker than a muffin, wanna f*ck up a budget
All these hundreds in my pocket, had to throw her a hundred
Throwin' money 'til you vomit, got 'em sick to their stomach (I love it)
Red coupe, banana clip 'cause these niggas is monkey (woo)
Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off (burr)
Ballin' with the clique (ball), it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff (go)
Gucci to the kicks, so you should watch your bitch, dawg (Wop)
And when you see my bitch (woo), you gon' cut your bitch off
Green fur, red carpet, don't play for Boston (Gucci)
Went to Rome twice and they gave me an office (Buongiorno)
City on my back so long, that shit got exhaustin' (it's hard)
Sold the game to you and I charge you a bargain (ch-ching)
Lemonade coupe, man, this shit color margarine (coupe)
On MLK Drive, chance me flushin', ain't promisin' (a dream)
Lookin' like a lick, make my bitch catch a crush again (she crushin')
It's Woptober II and Guwop got that rush again (I'm rushin')
Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off (burr)
Ballin' with the clique (ball), it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff (go)
Gucci to the kicks, so you should watch your bitch, dawg (Wop)
And when you see my bitch (woo), you gon' cut your bitch off
Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off (burr)
Ballin' with the clique (ball), it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff (go)
Gucci to the kicks, so you should watch your bitch, dawg (Wop)
And when you see my bitch (woo), you gon' cut your bitch off
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Wop
(d.a. got that dope)
Huh
Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off (burr)
Ballin' with the clique (ball), it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff (go)
Gucci to the kicks, so you should watch your bitch, dawg (Wop)
And when you see my bitch (woo), you gon' cut your bitch off
Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off
Ballin' with the clique, it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff
Gucci to the kicks (Gucci Gucci), so you should watch your bitch, dawg
And when you see my bitch, you gon' cut your bitch off
What a good feelin' when you know that you're thuggin' (Wop)
Whippin' up the-, and you know they gon' love it (Wop)
Slow motion on the oven while it's smokin' and bubblin'
Sellin' bags of the-, like the back of the Publix
Shawty thicker than a muffin, wanna f*ck up a budget
All these hundreds in my pocket, had to throw her a hundred
Throwin' money 'til you vomit, got 'em sick to their stomach (I love it)
Red coupe, banana clip 'cause these niggas is monkey (woo)
Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off (burr)
Ballin' with the clique (ball), it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff (go)
Gucci to the kicks, so you should watch your bitch, dawg (Wop)
And when you see my bitch (woo), you gon' cut your bitch off
Green fur, red carpet, don't play for Boston (Gucci)
Went to Rome twice and they gave me an office (Buongiorno)
City on my back so long, that shit got exhaustin' (it's hard)
Sold the game to you and I charge you a bargain (ch-ching)
Lemonade coupe, man, this shit color margarine (coupe)
On MLK Drive, chance me flushin', ain't promisin' (a dream)
Lookin' like a lick, make my bitch catch a crush again (she crushin')
It's Woptober II and Guwop got that rush again (I'm rushin')
Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off (burr)
Ballin' with the clique (ball), it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff (go)
Gucci to the kicks, so you should watch your bitch, dawg (Wop)
And when you see my bitch (woo), you gon' cut your bitch off
Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off (burr)
Ballin' with the clique (ball), it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff (go)
Gucci to the kicks, so you should watch your bitch, dawg (Wop)
And when you see my bitch (woo), you gon' cut your bitch off
(d.a. got that dope)
Huh
Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off (burr)
Ballin' with the clique (ball), it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff (go)
Gucci to the kicks, so you should watch your bitch, dawg (Wop)
And when you see my bitch (woo), you gon' cut your bitch off
Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off
Ballin' with the clique, it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff
Gucci to the kicks (Gucci Gucci), so you should watch your bitch, dawg
And when you see my bitch, you gon' cut your bitch off
What a good feelin' when you know that you're thuggin' (Wop)
Whippin' up the-, and you know they gon' love it (Wop)
Slow motion on the oven while it's smokin' and bubblin'
Sellin' bags of the-, like the back of the Publix
Shawty thicker than a muffin, wanna f*ck up a budget
All these hundreds in my pocket, had to throw her a hundred
Throwin' money 'til you vomit, got 'em sick to their stomach (I love it)
Red coupe, banana clip 'cause these niggas is monkey (woo)
Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off (burr)
Ballin' with the clique (ball), it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff (go)
Gucci to the kicks, so you should watch your bitch, dawg (Wop)
And when you see my bitch (woo), you gon' cut your bitch off
Green fur, red carpet, don't play for Boston (Gucci)
Went to Rome twice and they gave me an office (Buongiorno)
City on my back so long, that shit got exhaustin' (it's hard)
Sold the game to you and I charge you a bargain (ch-ching)
Lemonade coupe, man, this shit color margarine (coupe)
On MLK Drive, chance me flushin', ain't promisin' (a dream)
Lookin' like a lick, make my bitch catch a crush again (she crushin')
It's Woptober II and Guwop got that rush again (I'm rushin')
Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off (burr)
Ballin' with the clique (ball), it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff (go)
Gucci to the kicks, so you should watch your bitch, dawg (Wop)
And when you see my bitch (woo), you gon' cut your bitch off
Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off (burr)
Ballin' with the clique (ball), it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff (go)
Gucci to the kicks, so you should watch your bitch, dawg (Wop)
And when you see my bitch (woo), you gon' cut your bitch off
Writer: Radric Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Gucci Mane
From Album: Ice Daddy
Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: Radric Davis
Year: 2021