(feat. La' Chat)



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 violating)

Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shawty been hating)



[Verse 1:]

There were two hoes, Yo Gotti, one couple hearin

Who be hollering look at that hoe fucking her friend

Knowing 'bout the beef and shit I gone tuck my eyesPop my collar, hit my boy and let these hoes fight

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Shawty got a right like she Laila Ali

Thats just my baby mama

And her best friend

Coming out they stilettos to do these hoes in

U fucked the wrong nigga

Caught the wrong bitch

Hit the wrong club, and got yo ass kicked

I fuck wit hood hoes

Them hoes stay jacking

Look at shawty weave

I'm like dammmmnnnn what happened



[Chorus: x2]



Wup that hoe [x13]



[Verse 2: Lil' 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, like niggas kill they cousin

Talkin shit now I cant go

Throw dem thangs on dat hoe

See you buckin in da club before you know you on da floor

I be strapped like jab in the back

Beat dem killers thats gone attack

Hoe you know its gone be on when you talking about fucking off with Lil' Chat

Bust these bitches with a bottle

Naw I'll bust you with my popper

Hoe you really don't want no problem cuz my 38 will resolve them

Hoe you fresh straight out the mall

Brand new set, get staright, get dirt

Shit its gonna help you get blazed up cuz you'll get smoked just like some perk

I don't play no games with these bitches

Lil' Chat straight gone let you know

If you disrespect my gangsta

Imma staright up wup you hoe! (straight up wup you hoe)



[Chorus: x2]



[Verse 3:]

My main girl trippin', she think Im fucking off

Ask me 'bout some bitches, I had to play it off

Told me if she catch me then she gone cut a shine

Found a couple rubbers but I told her they weren't mine

She checked my phone, she watched my home, she searched my clothes

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

Calling my phone all through the night and ask me when I'm coming home

Rule 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 leave hoes wet



[Chorus: x2]



Wup that hoe, wup that hoe ['til fade out]