Whoopie lyrics

[Intro]
Real sh*t though, Evil Red Flame
n*gga this on a whole 'nother level

[Verse]
n*ggas came with this (this), n*ggas came with that (that)
Dog I got that good (what?), dog I got that food (cocaine)
What you need n*gga? Slangin' off them cheaper prices (for the low)
Your price is wack (what), my price is priceless (okay)
I will drive seven seas for that heavy duty
Real hustlers know: stuff it in her booty (take that b*tch!)
I don't play games (uh huh), and I don't say names (nope). I'm not a teacher (nope)
I'm Ron Artest (swish). Serve the whole crowd, win the championship (swag)
I'm Doug Flutie (what?), with an assault rifle (okay)
I'm Larry Bird, with a half a bird (half a bird)
Like Church's Chicken: you have some nerve (for cheap)
n*ggas think I fell off, I was working sixty (hustlin')
Never had a charger, but my gun's a Hemi (swag)
Lamborghini b*tch, I feel like John Tesh (classical)
Classical music (amazing), classical b*tches (amazing)
All your girls hate you (amazing), like you're morning sickness
All my b*tches love me, like morning breakfast (they love me)
I'm like the eggs, you're like the plate (scrambled)
You hold me up, while I sit in cheese (I love it)
Juvenile, b*tch my bullets 400 Degreez (hunnid degrees)
n*ggas think they're big shots, we'll take out his knees (shoot)
I don't wanna be the guy that no one's respectin'
f*ck respect b*tch, I'll be the one you neglectin' (neglecting)
Heavy duty bullets (uh-huh), Call Of Duty: Black Ops (what's up)
Because I'm in the bushes (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
Ah, I bought a b*tch (uh-huh) and I bought a new Xbox (I love you b*tch)
I bought a new Range, Copped the Red Flame
Downloaded Blue Flame (Datpiff!), shotgun in the trunk (Live Mixtapes!)
For them player haters, b*tch I'm Forest Gump (Yeah!)
b*tch I'm Mandela (Yeah!), n*gga full nelson
All my b*tches Helen Keller, they can't see you n*ggas
But they still shoot (what?), that gun forever (uh huh)
I got money in the safe 'cause I'm paranoid
Two guns in my waist 'cause I will destroy (will destroy)
No mask on my face 'cause I'm a idiot (Dr. Phil!)
Bring the gun to his house, make him sleep with it (Dr. Phil!)
Sellin' off things, I'm Barbara Walters (Whoopie!)
This is a vest, uh huh (This is The View! Whoopie!)
I lay you in that coffin... (Whoopie!) Lil B the God, b*tch (Dr. Phil! Whoopie!)
This is Toy Soldiers, n*gga f*ck around with me, don't think I told ya
Evil Red Flame b*tch, this is Toy Soldiers (Whoopie!)
n*gga f*ck with me, don't think I told ya
Red Flame, Evil Red Flame, b*tch (Whoopie!)
[Outro: Lil B]
Aye light that weed up while we in New York, you feel me (spark that sh*t up!)
n*gga I'm on the east coast right now recording this sh*t, it's the winter time
Evil Red Flame, it's still hot though
Shouts out to Cam'ron
Shouts out to Juelz Santana
Shouts out to Jim Jones, Freekey Zekey (light that sh*t up, bruh, light that weed bruh)
Shouts out to Dipset