Woop
Paraplegic
[Intro]
666

[Chorus: Danny Towers]
She was doin' dicks under school bleachers
All these n***as wanna kick they paraplegic
Summon a man a brick, I hope he receive it
I'm talking several figure shit, bought out the Venetian
She was doin' dicks under school bleachers
All these n***as wanna kick they paraplegic
Summon a man a brick, I hope he receive it
I'm talking several figure shit, bought out the Venetian

[Verse 1: Danny Towers]
Two bricks down, we got eight more to go
Keep it on the ground, put the weight on the roll
They gon' let you round 'till they found out you a diva
Thick booty bitch on my dick, she a Libra
Run that n***a down, hunnid round on my wrist shit
Tell him pipe down, I just hope that he digested it
Kick these bitches out, like who let you in my residence
Ain't no cap and gown, whole clip full of degenerates
Yeah, they can't take me out my element
Hanging on my waist it's a .30 I ain't standard it
Rudy blowin' down somehow took a man for battery
Say she givin' mouth, so I told that bitch
(Six, six, six, six)

[Chorus: Danny Towers & Woop]
She was doin' dicks under school bleachers
All these n***as wanna kick they paraplegic (Pow)
Summon a man a brick, I hope he receive it (Git)
I'm talking several figure shit, bought out the Venetian (Pow)
She was doin' dicks under school bleachers (Huh? Pow)
All these n***as wanna kick they paraplegic (Yeah, pow pow)
Summon a man a brick, I hope he receive it (Pew, yeah)
I'm talking several figure shit, bought out the Venetian

[Verse 3: Woop]
Huh?
Thirty-six zilfs it's just one [?]
I just shit a brick, took off zilfs and then I hit
Bitch you ain't no shooter, you got stuck with a stick, huh?
Bitch you ain't no shooter, you got stuck and had your stick (Ay)
I was in the trench selling off-white, crack, and [?] (Crack, and [?])
I spin your block and I don't need to drain no [?] (Spin your block)
[?] baggin bitch you can't get shit (You can't get shit)
Today I swear it's no solicitin' (Huh, alright, alright)
Boom, boom, boom I'm back on your ass, I'm right at your door (A boom, boom, boom)
I stick wit' a scope (Pew)
Had that Venetian I'm right at his nose
[?] and you got a deal, so you ain't gotta rob no more (Woo, woo)
I keep it real, so I keep it still, in case a n***a pop off [?] (in case a n***a pop off [?])
N***a I'm paraplegic, don't wanna talk I'm smoking peaches (Poking peaches)
Ain't tryna meet your people, bustin' down set like Reese's pieces
I hang with jeepers creepers we swipe a n***a like fucking Visas (Like fucking Visas)
Pull up and [?] I'm paraplegic (Paraplegic)

[Chorus: Danny Towers]
She was doin' dicks under school bleachers
All these n***as wanna kick they paraplegic
Summon a man a brick, I hope he receive it
I'm talking several figure shit, bought out the Venetian
She was doin' dicks under school bleachers
All these n***as wanna kick they paraplegic
Summon a man a brick, I hope he receive it
I'm talking several figure shit, bought out the Venetian