Whoop Ass (Feat. Bubba Sparxxx)

I swear I don't wanna do this shit no more
But fuck it, I ain't got too good at it
Say I could've ran a store, I could've went to war
Don't matter though, I ain't gon' look back
I could run a trial line, catch a catfish or fry him
Nobody ever learned me how to cook crack
I don't see nothin' to be shook at
Whoop ass, whoop ass, whoop ass

I swear I don't wanna do this shit no more
But fuck it, I ain't got too good at it
Say I could've ran a store, I could've went to war
Don't matter though, I ain't gon' look back
I could run a trial line, catch a catfish or fry him
Nobody ever learned me how to cook crack
I don't see nothin' to be shook at
Whoop ass, whoop ass, whoop ass

You ever been poor, sittin' on the front porch
Thinkin' 'bout how you gonna get your next meal (next meal)
You ever talk shit about the wrong motherfucker
Wake up next day, get your head peeled?
That's me, the wrong motherfucker
Get your leg, arm blown off, gun motherfucker
This white boy ain't from West Palm
You fake like press-on, my worst shit is your best song

Motherfucker, yeah, that's a lot of cuss words
There's a lot of concern on how I get my point across
To these fuckin' nerds, got a whole lot of nerve
Fuck 'em, they can eat a curb, sucker, yeah, I'm really sure
Got a list about a mile long, rappers can't write a song
I won't even let 'em know I know to acknowledge 'em
Moves to this shit like a chess player
You feelin' in the mood? Say it with your chest, player

I swear I don't wanna do this shit, no more
But fuck it, I done got too good at it
Say I could've ran a store, I could've went to war
Don't matter though, I ain't gon' look back
I could run a trial line, catch a catfish or fry him
Nobody ever learned me how to cook crack
I don't see nothin' to be shook at
Whoop ass, whoop ass, whoop ass

I swear I don't wanna do this shit no more
But fuck it, I done got too good at it
Say I could've ran a store, I could've went to war
Don't matter though, I ain't gon' look back
I could run a trial line, catch a catfish or fry him
Nobody ever learned me how to cook crack
I don't see nothin' to be shook at
Whoop ass, whoop ass, whoop ass

Who are you? The one delivering the pressure?
Or the one getting pressurized?
See the way that our chiefs score, anybody dies
And the name of what's right really never dies
I done failed so many tries
Attempt to get it right, get it tight, get energized
Fuck all this sympathize, sympathize
Now I hope it provides winter prize

Used to be higher than the Enterprise
Where we goin' ain't been identified
Damn sure we ain't always ended up on the winner side
But victory's never been the vibe
I've been deprived, I've been denied
I've been decided to stop lettin' them decide
Which way I'm gonna live my life
He ain't got a damn thing I want
Why I'm listenin' to his advice?

I swear I don't wanna do this shit no more
But fuck it, I done got too good at it
Say I could've ran a store, I could've went to war
Don't matter though, I ain't gon' look back
I can run a trial line, catch a catfish and fry him
Nobody ever learned me how to cook crack
I don't see nothin' to be shook at
Whoop ass, whoop ass, whoop ass

I swear I don't wanna do this shit no more
But fuck it, I ain't got too good at it
Say I could've ran a store, I could've went to war
Don't matter though, I ain't gon' look back
I can run a trial line, catch a catfish and fry him
Nobody ever learned me how to cook crack
I don't see nothin' to be shook at
Whoop ass, whoop ass, whoop ass