WOP - Matt Ox

Wop, wop, wop

I heard y’all talk, ain’t focused on y’all

Scared of the dark, take a walk in the park

Dropped the top, we gon'

Skrrt off that lot, we got too many cars

Too many broads, too many (Ayy McCoy)

(I get my work from the narcos)

Drippin', I’m drippin', I’m drippin', I’m drippin' like woo (Yeah, yeah)

I flip it, I flip it, I flip it, I flip it like woo (Yeah, yeah)

I tip it, I tip it, I tip it, I tip it like woo (Yeah, yeah, ayy McCoy)

(I get my work from the narcos)

I’m gettin' that dough, I’m flippin' the rocks

You know that’s for sure, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Drippin' head to the toe (Toe), yeah, yeah (Yeah)

I pull up in that Rolls (Yeah), yeah, yeah (Yeah)

They ain’t match my clothes (Clothes), yeah, yeah (Yeah)

You know how we rock

Pull up on you on the dot, on the clock, uh

I came from the rock

I came from the bums of the sums of the block

Countin' guap, I stack it a lot

Why not?

Yeah, yeah

Hot, like fire

On the block, I might start a riot

I don’t stop, I don’t get tired

Stackin' that guap, yeah, all my cash pile up (Woo, yeah)

I’m goin' higher and higher and higher (Woo, yeah)

All this drip, I look like a styler (Woo, yeah)

I’m gettin' flyer and flyer and flyer (Woo, yeah)

And I’m for the drip, I’ma die here

But I’m livin' the life that you couldn’t imagine

Y’all workin' for me while I’m workin' with magic

They tried to trust me, I ain’t make up reactions

Found my energy now I’m out here spazzin'

Viscously, spazzin'

I don’t think, I’m a dragon

Get that cake and I bag it

At the bank and I’m laughin'

it don’t matter

On the hit I get flattered

They just keep gettin' madder

Wop, wop

I’m gon' drop that top, stop

Let me relax a little (Yeah)

We do not cap for real (For real)

We don’t sit back and chill (Chill)

We do not lack or squeal (Squeal)

like in the field (Field, field)

I’ma stack to a mil (Mil, mil)

I did that with a deal (Deal, deal)

With a mask, I reveal ('Veal, 'veal)

Just make 'em laugh, give appeal (Jit)

I do my dance, like a jester (A jester)

I’m gettin' bands, like investors (Investors)

I’m rockin' I’ma flex up (Flex up)

She gettin' mad, gettin' extra (Extra)

Probably why I left her

Probably why I leave her outside while I dip her

Probably why I read and never ever text her

I get the cheese then I get the cheddar

Blah, we’re too hot

I stack my guap

Nah, I can’t stop

I’ma stack it up 'til I drop

Until I die, or I’ma survive

Stackin' them notes while I’m still alive

Look in my eyes, don’t seen behind the lies

Boy, don’t you try to jump into the tide