WOP WOP - Kooda B

WOP WOP - Kooda B

  • Year of release: 2019
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 2:21

Below is the lyrics of the song WOP WOP , artist - Kooda B with translation

Lyrics " WOP WOP "

Original text with translation

WOP WOP

Kooda B

Ever since I got the bag, I see them in they feelings

I’ma keep on stacking paper 'til this shit up to the ceiling

Balling on you haters, shit, I’m feeling like I’m Pippen

I’ma fuck ya bitch tonight

God-given wop wop, right up in the drop-top

I got my cocked Glock, quick to make it hot, hot

We send them shots, shots, somebody gettin' pop, popped

I cannot stop running to the guap, opp

Ever since I got the bag, I see them in they feelings

I’ma keep on stacking paper 'til this shit up to the ceiling

Balling on you haters, shit, I’m feeling like I’m Pippen

I’ma fuck ya bitch tonight

God-given wop wop, right up in the drop-top

I got my cocked Glock, quick to make it hot, hot

We send them shots, shots, somebody gettin' pop, popped

I cannot stop running to the guap, opp

If you ain’t talking guap shit, get up out my face

Ran into a opp thot, love get a taste

I told her, «Watch who you texting 'fore you die today»

You see, we got it on our own, nobody paved the way

Pretty little thot, thot, fuck her in my high tops

Gorilla glue up in this blunt, we got hotbox

Trey pound on my waist, I do not box

For that bag, we on yo' ass, we will not stop

Bing, blaow, man down

Ambulance out when Kooda come around

Bing, blaow, man down

Ambulance out when Kooda come around

Ever since I got the bag, I see them in they feelings

I’ma keep on stacking paper 'til this shit up to the ceiling

Balling on you haters, shit, I’m feeling like I’m Pippen

I’ma fuck ya bitch tonight

God-given wop wop, right up in the drop-top

I got my cocked Glock, quick to make it hot, hot

We send them shots, shots, somebody gettin' pop, popped

I cannot stop running to the guap, opp

Ever since I got the bag, I see them in they feelings

I’ma keep on stacking paper 'til this shit up to the ceiling

Balling on you haters, shit, I’m feeling like I’m Pippen

I’ma fuck ya bitch tonight

God-given wop wop, right up in the drop-top

I got my cocked Glock, quick to make it hot, hot

We send them shots, shots, somebody gettin' pop, popped

I cannot stop running to the guap, opp

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