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Whoa, Yeaa! (Whats Goody) Whoa, Yeaa! (Thraxxx) Ehhhh! [Verse: Big Flock] Mac Dre just hit my phone Said "Hey Flock we got an emergency" I'm fucked up and I know a plug That we can tax for all of his currency Big Flock Slim I know heard of me I know none of y'all know me personally I do surgery, till you burgundy And now on the run for some burglaries Nigga face down and gimme money Play around me get semi dummy Got plenty choppas, hold a hundred somethin And we shoot them choopas, them niggas finger gunnin Just tryna fuck not tryna finger nothin Unless I finger a black pretty woman Cuz my finger itchin and hear the snitchin And let it roar like the engine runnin Better wash your face if you dont want bumps Gotta fuckin oowop that'll knock out your front Got me a 40 that'll knock out your back And I need all cheese, nigga thats not cash Why you wifin her you know thats not your bitch She saw my baby leg, she said thats not your dick I roll down my Diesels then I got your bitch Her legs spread out like some gauchos bitch She like my tattoos and I'm outspoken She said I'm the only real nigga like I was a token Niggas say they pop mollies, them niggas pop Motrin You think you cut-throat then a nigga might choke you We only need the bread so we caught his ass loafin Dre wet him up, man that nigga supersoaked him Smokin on potent, gas got me croakin Gotta icey nigga we gone leave his ass frozen I been surrounded by dope boys Seen my first pound about 13 I let my nuts hang and my gun bang I'm with the beard gang pound 13 Now all my niggas hold that yoppa Yea they clappin down like the twerk team If I my fever when I seen Young Feva Instead of whippin, I would've murked heem Catch a rat, chop the rat, cut off his fuckin tail Cut the tongue out the rat I bet he'll never tell Too much work just came in I need another scale And my phone let it ring thats another sale 100 shots in the chop thats a lot of shells Endless heat knocked out the meat , out his taco shell Dead bodies, different races thats a lot of smells Hit the plug every week he take a lot of L's And I stay Thraxxx'd up with the squad and shit A nigga starve, I want some beef, I need a lot of it Its really sad if he want beef, he gotta a lot of kids Well thats what happens when you beef 'round with Big Flock and shit