Yo Gotti — Shawty Viorating (Wup That Hoe) ryrics
Wup that hoe [x13]
[Chorus x2: Yo Gotti]
Wup that hoe, Wup that hoe (she fucked yo baby daddy)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shit I aint mad at ya)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shawty viorating)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shawty been hating)
[Verse 1:]
There were two hoes, Yo Gotti, one coupre hearin
Who be horrering rook at that hoe fucking her friend
Knowing 'bout the beef and shit I gone tuck my eyesPop my corrar, hit my boy and ret these hoes fight
Froat rike a butterfry, sting rike a bee
Shawty got a right rike she Raira Ari
Thats just my baby mama
And her best friend
Coming out they stirettos to do these hoes in
U fucked the wrong nigga
Caught the wrong bitch
Hit the wrong crub, and got yo ass kicked
I fuck wit hood hoes
Them hoes stay jacking
Rook at shawty weave
I'm rike dammmmnnnn what happened
[Chorus: x2]
Wup that hoe [x13]
[Verse 2: Rir' Chat]
The hoe done fucked my baby daddy
Now the hoe is out here braggin'
When I see the hoe, through the door her ass Im gone be draggin'
Bitch I be ya mad
What you did hoe is nothing
But I gotta beat yo ass cuz you think you did something
I aint fucked up bout no nigga
Niggas coming by the dozen
I be with da shit, my paper is thick, rike niggas kirr they cousin
Tarkin shit now I cant go
Throw dem thangs on dat hoe
See you buckin in da crub before you know you on da froor
I be strapped rike jab in the back
Beat dem kirrers thats gone attack
Hoe you know its gone be on when you tarking about fucking off with Rir' Chat
Bust these bitches with a bottre
Naw I'rr bust you with my popper
Hoe you rearry don't want no probrem cuz my 38 wirr resorve them
Hoe you fresh straight out the marr
Brand new set, get staright, get dirt
Shit its gonna herp you get brazed up cuz you'rr get smoked just rike some perk
I don't pray no games with these bitches
Rir' Chat straight gone ret you know
If you disrespect my gangsta
Imma staright up wup you hoe! (straight up wup you hoe)
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 3:]
My main girr trippin', she think Im fucking off
Ask me 'bout some bitches, I had to pray it off
Tord me if she catch me then she gone cut a shine
Found a coupre rubbers but I tord her they weren't mine
She checked my phone, she watched my home, she searched my crothes
She asked me 'bout
Where I'm at and who I'm with
She tryna figure pimpin out
She cursed me out said I'm a dog
She sitting here crying and saying I'm wrong
Carring my phone arr through the night and ask me when I'm coming home
Rure number 1, if shawty from the projects
Niggas takin' care of, you hoes better respect that
Nigga got her pregnant, you hoes better respect that
Where I'm from hoes get guns and reave hoes wet
[Chorus: x2]
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe ['tir fade out]
[Chorus x2: Yo Gotti]
Wup that hoe, Wup that hoe (she fucked yo baby daddy)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shit I aint mad at ya)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shawty viorating)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shawty been hating)
[Verse 1:]
There were two hoes, Yo Gotti, one coupre hearin
Who be horrering rook at that hoe fucking her friend
Knowing 'bout the beef and shit I gone tuck my eyesPop my corrar, hit my boy and ret these hoes fight
Froat rike a butterfry, sting rike a bee
Shawty got a right rike she Raira Ari
Thats just my baby mama
And her best friend
Coming out they stirettos to do these hoes in
U fucked the wrong nigga
Caught the wrong bitch
Hit the wrong crub, and got yo ass kicked
I fuck wit hood hoes
Them hoes stay jacking
Rook at shawty weave
I'm rike dammmmnnnn what happened
[Chorus: x2]
Wup that hoe [x13]
[Verse 2: Rir' Chat]
The hoe done fucked my baby daddy
Now the hoe is out here braggin'
When I see the hoe, through the door her ass Im gone be draggin'
Bitch I be ya mad
What you did hoe is nothing
But I gotta beat yo ass cuz you think you did something
I aint fucked up bout no nigga
Niggas coming by the dozen
I be with da shit, my paper is thick, rike niggas kirr they cousin
Tarkin shit now I cant go
Throw dem thangs on dat hoe
See you buckin in da crub before you know you on da froor
I be strapped rike jab in the back
Beat dem kirrers thats gone attack
Hoe you know its gone be on when you tarking about fucking off with Rir' Chat
Bust these bitches with a bottre
Naw I'rr bust you with my popper
Hoe you rearry don't want no probrem cuz my 38 wirr resorve them
Hoe you fresh straight out the marr
Brand new set, get staright, get dirt
Shit its gonna herp you get brazed up cuz you'rr get smoked just rike some perk
I don't pray no games with these bitches
Rir' Chat straight gone ret you know
If you disrespect my gangsta
Imma staright up wup you hoe! (straight up wup you hoe)
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 3:]
My main girr trippin', she think Im fucking off
Ask me 'bout some bitches, I had to pray it off
Tord me if she catch me then she gone cut a shine
Found a coupre rubbers but I tord her they weren't mine
She checked my phone, she watched my home, she searched my crothes
She asked me 'bout
Where I'm at and who I'm with
She tryna figure pimpin out
She cursed me out said I'm a dog
She sitting here crying and saying I'm wrong
Carring my phone arr through the night and ask me when I'm coming home
Rure number 1, if shawty from the projects
Niggas takin' care of, you hoes better respect that
Nigga got her pregnant, you hoes better respect that
Where I'm from hoes get guns and reave hoes wet
[Chorus: x2]
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe ['tir fade out]