Smoked Outt Records - Woo Now Lil' Daddy Lyrics

[Derrick Talking]
Whats hapnin' lil daddy?
You want beef with uptown?
Look, uptown, uptown, look, look

[Chorus x2: 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 f*ck the whole clique
I'ma pop ya bitch first you gon' get pistol whipped

[Chorus x2]

[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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck 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 x2]

[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 f*cked wit that fool
Fulla that uhh makin' you change that attitude im a uptown fool

[Chorus x2]

[Talking till end]