Whoa Now Lil` Daddy Lyrics

Whoa Now Lil` Daddy lyrics

(Derrick Talking)

Whats hapnin' lil daddy?

You want beef with uptown?

Look, uptown, uptown, look, look



{Chorus 2x: Derrick

Whoa now Lil' Daddy

You ridin' in the caddy

Killin' is just a habit

Triggers I like to grab 'em

A gangsta kid napping

For 30 G's it will happen

Lil' Daddy if I want it

you know i gotta have it



(Verse 1: Derrick)

Got my nina on hand, ready to put the blast

Get around on some gass, camouflaged or ski masked

Dressed up in black

With the Mac cocked back

Nigga watch my back because the game is like that

That charge got me wild

Sippin' on syrup and crys-tyle

Ready to blast a bitch up, aint been like this since a child

Nigga I'm coming real, do you feel what I feel?

Listen to my skills, before your cap get peeled

This game aint no joke, nigga get smoked buy the hour

Transportin' powder

And stacking G's like a tower

Now these hoes wanna holler

Since they see me makin' K's

Them hoes just dont know, there aint no trickin' round my way

I'm just flippin' K's, and if you want it I'll give it

And if you want fifty

Then let me know i'm servin plenty

Play the game raw and dont fuck the whole clique

I'ma pop ya bitch first you gon' get pistol whipped



{Chorus 2x



(Verse 2: Day-shawn)

Whoa now lil daddy, this retaliation

Rattin', schemin', spit so much game couldnt count my explanation

That hoe must did not notice who she was fuckin' wit

Rattin' over petty shit

Time for that hoe wig to get split

Stupid ass hoe, shoulda kept your mouth closed

Instead of makin' that bitch move

Now you got beef with this fuckin' thug known as a psycho

And if I kill ya, it aint gon be no secret mission

I'ma let my niggaz do you in so it aint no competition

I'll get viscous so if you see me get the fuck out my vision

Seventeen shots from this Glock, dont need no ammunition

Broke that hoe off, i gave her stones but now its on

Shoulda mind your own business and not be a victim of this chrome

Whoa now lil daddy



{Chorus 2x



(Verse 3: T.C.)

Uptown is where im from, Valence is the street

If i get in beef I back it up with a 223

I hit your block crooked nigga

I'm a rapper slash killer

You gon feel a HB from uptown on the realla

You know bout V. L., now you feelin the me

I'll part ya red head like wodies across the red sea

Bitch get off me, I'm off the heezy

I'm high off top, this gangsta shit that's me

I live in the two four seven's

Choppers only, 187s and 211s

You gon' need (?????????)

Comin' in the UPT we slangin' every thang

Best move, you'll get bloozed

Chopped out ya shoes

Face on the news

What you gonna do when these ryders after you

Baby hit the gass even my boo will wet you

I'm a uptown fool who aint playin by no rules

Have you even sayin shouldnt never have fucked wit that fool

Fulla that uhh makin' you change that attitude im a uptown fool



{Chorus 2x



(Talking till end)