CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : The Whoop Way
Yeah
(My n***a Lee, I think we got another one)
Huh, ayy, ayy, ayy (Here we go, hmm)
Four thousand dollar 'fit and I ain't doin' nothin' (What else?)
Boy, I ain't worried 'bout sh*t, my whole team crunchin' (What else?)
Hit him in his sh*t with that stick for all that mean muggin'
I only trust my brother with my life 'cause we been thuggin'
(Talk)
Spin a n***a's block two times like I left somethin'
We gon' spin the b*t*h a third time if we don't whack nothin' (Okay)
I told the plug to bring me ten, he brung me ten more (Ten more)
Any n***a disrespect me, we lettin' the fin blow, baow
Should've been with Nick, 'cause I can sell a key (Hmm)
Plus I keep the Glock and I walk around with brick fare, that don't include my watch (Naw)
Oh, your daddy got bricks? Introduce me to your pops so I can rob his ass
Doggy tried to run from the K, got shot in the ass (Bang)
And I ain't tryna say I broke nothin', but we just dropped glass
Hi-Tech, you drinkin' cut lean, why you ain't high yet? (Hmm, lame)
He pulled up with his whole kit on and got it hijacked (Redneck, ayy)
Dub on me, all twenties, thigh pads, each pocket five racks
(My n***a Lee, I think we got another one)
Huh, ayy, ayy, ayy (Here we go, hmm)
Four thousand dollar 'fit and I ain't doin' nothin' (What else?)
Boy, I ain't worried 'bout sh*t, my whole team crunchin' (What else?)
Hit him in his sh*t with that stick for all that mean muggin'
I only trust my brother with my life 'cause we been thuggin'
(Talk)
Spin a n***a's block two times like I left somethin'
We gon' spin the b*t*h a third time if we don't whack nothin' (Okay)
I told the plug to bring me ten, he brung me ten more (Ten more)
Any n***a disrespect me, we lettin' the fin blow, baow
Should've been with Nick, 'cause I can sell a key (Hmm)
Plus I keep the Glock and I walk around with brick fare, that don't include my watch (Naw)
Oh, your daddy got bricks? Introduce me to your pops so I can rob his ass
Doggy tried to run from the K, got shot in the ass (Bang)
And I ain't tryna say I broke nothin', but we just dropped glass
Hi-Tech, you drinkin' cut lean, why you ain't high yet? (Hmm, lame)
He pulled up with his whole kit on and got it hijacked (Redneck, ayy)
Dub on me, all twenties, thigh pads, each pocket five racks
