Whoop His Ass - Boot Camp Clik, Rufus Blaq

Yeah, this one for all you motherfuckers dissing me

And don’t I’m listening, well I’m listening you listen

I went from rags to riches, riches to rags

On my face & pocket to the one on gat

For the ones that be up back like anybody did it

Fronting like fake digits look Kenyta did it

Prolific hard-core shit I gotta spit it

The hardest admit it put my heart in it

I ain’t trying to see broke all wanna do is see notes

A few mill with an ill speedboat

And I quote Buck ain’t daily good

Fuck words, I spits shots till you feel good

Love rap & I love mc-ing

Shit but still love killing every nigga in sight

No reason, we in duck season, watch out

Elmer bud, smoke the fuss pull the Glock out

Jack in box two shots pop out

Still money on the dow pitch stock out

It’s Duckdown I-N-C for niggas who be D-I-C-K ride I-N-G

Don’t hate just holla and you can follow pitbull & rottweilers

Who wear chain tight collar

Benz to Impalas

Friends who just gotta grab they dick, cause they love

Hip Hop like Big Poppa

Dog, Heh I know it’s hard to see

But I’m Whoop your Ass my squad & me

That nigga on block slanging

Whoop his ass

Talking bout how he banging

Whoop his ass

Nigga felt your girl ass

Whoop his ass

He fronting on your cash

Whoop his ass

If he get up in your face

Whoop his ass

Put him back in his place

Whoop his ass

Don’t be playing with these niggas, man

You better Whoop his ass

Who dem niggas over there

Some broke dude fronting thinks I was scared

Man., get that thang what he moving onions

Stop playing I’ll show you how to this younging

See we about biz feed the kids, no apologies

Pushing for you industry niggas no stopping this

Been pissing whores before R. Kezzy

We number one stunners like Baby &Wezzy

Do like it’s easy want me, see me

Fuck talking, we squeezing my lips is greasy

My neck, My back

Y’all I’m gonna light this head crack

My neck, My back

Suck my dick & nut sack

Bitch!

Who this flapping like he started something

Acting like you hard or something

Man, listen you can sell drugs for life

I’m a hit-man for hire sell slugs for life

And you that right anybody left goodnight

Run you down your last sight is the headlight

In the Halo niggas better watch what they say yo

Cause I don’t play no bank broke O.K.

so

Up the world like I saw your girl

Fuck yours I throw up Crowhill you throw up Earl

I keep a mac by my dog precious

So I can bark & bite at the same time

Y’all test up I spaz out ass-low I never ass out

Keep a gun I be the first one to pull the brass out no doubt

So I ain’t to prove you nothing

But I can prove one thing is that you two-way fronting