[Intro]

Bitch

Who that nigga? Who that nigga? Who that nigga?

Turn him up on the mic

[Verse 1]

Who was born to rowdy, be 'bout my dottie, thinking I'm Lil' Gotti

Tats on my body, carries a shotty, with that red beam dottie

When they call me papi, niggas call me Mister Hit 'Em, Get 'Em

Or just, bad motherfucker because I'm quick to spit 'em, dismiss 'em

I beat the total livin', somebody get 'em

Before I put this in 'em and even the doctors won't admit 'em

Look, I won't bullshit 'em, the school, put you with me in the jammie

(Soldier put it on something)

Put it on my mama and her mammy

Lead thrown out the navi'

Got these niggas hatin' me badly

Sending they pussy at me just to see if they can stab me

Don't have my marbles at all, I'm horrible, dog

Don't believe me, watch me, action when I give this call

[Chorus]

It's Mister Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (There he is, there he is)

Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (There gotta be a—)

Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (There he is, there he is)

Whomp, whomp, whomp

[Verse 2]

I'm the dopiest thing since the Rock

'Cause the stock about a St. Charles block

The only rapper slash nigga with a endorsement from a Glock

I'm game, nigga, go ahead and put that in yo' vain, nigga

When you bought the CD, you got it because of my name, nigga

The one with the double R, 'til every track he busted on

Won't give a fuck who else on, look, I'm pure competition

Just an example with the expedition

And I'm still making songs for the prisons

Nigga's best attempt done went when Sleepy Jones came about

Can't see a nigga taking me out

From Tennessee to Atlanta, Chi-Town, and back home

What they wanna here when I touch that microphone

[Chorus]

It's Mister Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (There he is, there he is)

Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (There gotta be a—)

Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (There he is, there he is)

Whomp, whomp, whomp

[Verse 3]

I used to used to be a drug pusher

Now I'm that dope in your sub-woofer

Only for the coke cookers that cook us

But ain't no affording me

Can't go no where don't act accordingly

The only person cold as me is God and that nigga that's recording me

You wanted a hero, well, here I be, capital F-I-E-N-D, you peeping me

See frequently fucking over your frequency

Talking 'bout our producers like quantity

Follow me, every since I sold the quarter key

Checking for me in Blockbuster every quarterly

Pardon me, I don't know if I'm the shit, or just another nigga bump

But right now I'm the nigga that's damaging your trunk

[Chorus]

It's Mister Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (There he is, there he is)

Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (There gotta be a—)

Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (There he is, there he is)

Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (Is, it's Mister)