Fu$elage - Whøpper$ Lyrics

I'm like the beat how I lay it down

Came out of the woodworks with that chopper
Y'all don want that
That's that whøpper
Send you to the trap house
For dat whøpper
Catch it in the streets
Im gonna whop ya

Wøø!

Pull up at Burger King
Got a chopper
It look like a wedding ring
Imma whop ya
And chop ya like lettuce mane
You be floppin
Like burgers up on the range
I be coppin them bags full of whøpper$
All my crew got a bag full of choppers
They gone pop off if you be the coppers
Ain't nobody touching on my whøpper$

You drinking that whøpper
Like an alcoholic
You losing your mind
Cause my shit hyperbolic
F*ck what you call it
I call it a whøpper
I think that yo bitch
Might just call me her papa
I dance on the beat
Like I'm doin the salsa
You send me a shot
Then I'll bet I'm gon shock ya
I'm doin that dance
While she take off her pants
But you know I pull up with that whøpper

Pull up and give it a spray
Cook em if I see them hate
I be hating the way
That these rappers pull up to the plate
Whøpper all up on my plate
Hope that I see you on stage
Hope that yo team fade away
Hope that yo whøpper go up in yo face
Swappin whøpper$
Till you callin doctors
Boi I see you talkin
Pop it off in yo face

YØU KNØW WE

The W
The the the H
The the the Ø
The double P
The E
The R
Give it to me
Oh please oh please
I'll put you on
Your f*ckin knees
Beggin oh please
The trigger squeeze
I'll shoot ya teeth out