Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whoopty NYC, artist - French Montana. Date of issue: 08.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Whoopty NYC |
| It’s shmovie |
| Heavy on the SSO shit, man |
| You know what it is, when you hear that |
| Loyalty over royalty, y’all niggas know the vibes |
| (Pxcoyo killed this beat, bitch) |
| Haan |
| Your favorite rapper is back out (Who that?) |
| On Only Fans with his ass out, ha (Sueco, this is fire) |
| (Yessirski) |
| Whoopty |
| Remix, it’s a movie (Haan) |
| Show me the box like Boosie |
| She jump off the Vert like Uzi (For what?) |
| Blue cheese |
| Hunnids, hunnids, blue cheese (Hunnids, hunnids) |
| Model face like Karrueche |
| Make up like Jeezy and Gucci (Brr) |
| I flow like Big with the cool g |
| Swagged out |
| I’ma ride 'til they let Max out (Sleezy) |
| Favorite rapper back out |
| On that OnlyFans with his ass out (Ha) |
| (Sleezy's) You know I’m back with the Sleezy’s |
| My neck full of Fiji (Fiji) |
| King of New York, out of PC (Haan) |
| Back on my boss shit, AR with a full clip |
| FDR with a new whip |
| Send it to DR for a new hip |
| We up on the opps like we choose it (Baow) |
| I’m Larry David, no Webster |
| Get rid of weigh, light flex |
| Yeah, Salt Bae with the chef |
| Breaking Bad with the meth |
| French McGregor with the left |
| Whoopty |
| Bitch, I’m outside, it’s a movie (Whoopty), huh |
| Blue cheese |
| I swear I’m addicted to blue cheese |
| I gotta stick to this paper like loose leaf (Huh) |
| Bitch, I’m 'bout my chicken like it’s a two-piece |
| You can have your bitch back, she a groupie |
| She just swallowed all my kids in the two-seat (Gang) |
| Swagged out |
| For Milly, we bringing them gats out |
| I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house (Gang, gang) |
| Off the '42, I’m blowing her back out (Blowing her back out) |
| I’m back on my bullshit, swing back with a full clip |
| They say I’m moving ruthless |
| And my shooters, they shootin' |
| I won’t take her to Ruth’s Chris |
| (And my shooters, they shootin'), damn |
| It’s shmovie (Huh?) |
| Salute me or shoot me (Baow, baow, baow) |
| Don’t let me skrrt skrrt with your groupie in the two seat |
| (In the skrrt, skrrt, what?) |
| Pour up four in the toolie |
| Who he? |
| (Come on now) |
| Bust down, nigga icy |
| They don’t like me, fight me (Fight me) |
| Pull up with his wifey (With his wifey) |
| Came a long way from bustin' Nikes (Bustin' Nikes) |
| Bust down Patek, precisely (Precisely) |
| And this shit come shit pricey (Shit what?) |
| She like how I talk, spicy (She like how I walk) |
| Drip when I walk, Spike Lee (Drip when I walk) |
| Louboutin, not no Nike (Huh?) |
| Free (Uh), huh |
| Christian Dior when I walk (When I walk) |
| I got the grip on the tool (On the tool) |
| I came in here with the hawk (Baow, baow) |
| Who the fuck is the king of New York? |
| (Who is that?) |
| Fuck 'bout the king of New York (We don’t) |
| Just kill the king of New York, gang |
| Whoopty |
| Bitch, I’m outside, it’s a movie (Whoopty), huh |
| Blue cheese |
| I swear I’m addicted to blue cheese |
| I gotta stick to this paper like loose leaf (Huh) |
| Bitch, I’m 'bout my chicken like it’s a two-piece |
| You can have your bitch back, she a groupie |
| She just swallowed all my kids in the two-seat (Gang) |
| Swagged out |
| For Milly, we bringing them gats out |
| I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house (Gang, gang) |
| Off the '42, I’m blowing her back out |
| (Blowing her back out) |
| I’m back on my bullshit, swing back with a full clip |
| They say I’m moving ruthless |
| And my shooters, they shootin' |
| I won’t take her to Ruth’s Chris |
| (And my shooters, they shootin'), damn |
| Swagged out |
| For Milly, we bringing them gats out |
| I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house |
| Off the 42, I’m blowing her back out |
| (Blowing her back out) |
| I’m back on my bullshit, swing back with a full clip |
| They say I’m moving ruthless |
| And my shooters, they shootin' |
| I won’t take her to Ruth’s Chris |
| (And my shooters, they shootin') |