Whoomadethis is an American Global Music Producer/Composer. Credits include: Travis Porter, Kirko Bangz, 2AMILLION, Trey Lawson, Rodwave and Hoodrich Pablo Juan and many more. Whoo? is creating ripples in the musical realm. This aspiring musician distinguishes himself not merely with his unusual pseudonym, but also with his fearless exploration of various music genres. Rather than confining himself within a specific genre, he bravely embraces all, molding a musical signature that is uniquely his own.
Pipe that shit up, TnT These mixed signals, mixed signals, they're killing me I don't know what you want, but I know what I need The goodbyes, the hellos, the "I need you, no I don't" Every time I start to close the door, you knock and I let you in Loving you is my greatest sin Loving you is my greatest sin Loving you is my greatest sin I don't know why I love you I don't know why I care (yeah, yeah) I don't know why I love you Look, uh Sorry I missed your call, I was on a jet I been so zoned out, tryna figure out what's next So scared to fail, I'm calculatin' my every step Gotta watch my back and keep my strap, but nonetheless I think about you when I'm gone (yeah), wishing I can hold you Probably home, wishin' someone come and love you how they 'posed to And I hope you see this letter 'fore it's too late (yeah) I hope chasin' my dream don't get in the way I blame my struggles and my uncles for my hustlin' ways I'm way in Michigan right now, lookin' at real estate Lord knows I wanna lay you down but I'm chasin' cake Can't go back broke, stay on the go, that's all that's on my brain She tell me fuck you, I hate you, then I love you, can't blame you She say I love you, but don't trust you, can't change you I just hope we don't end how they do Crash and burn on The Shade Room Street runner, gotta stop running sometimes (yeah) I'm in your city tonight (yeah) And these lights (these lights), make me feel so inspired (yeah) Going higher and higher and higher (yeah, yeah) Taking me higher (taking me higher) Higher and higher and higher (yeah, yeah) Hey, I'm kinda glad you didn't pick up I kinda just called to hear your voice, so Your voice recording was enough Ugh, I should hang up, what am I doing? Um So uh, I feel kinda dumb, but uh I miss you, I've been thinking about you I've been thinking about our love and how much I miss your touch I miss being around you, hearing your laugh and holding your hand I think of you every day I hope and I wish that you're doing okay I want us to go back to the old days Because I miss you, and I just thought of you, so I thought I'd call you To tell you that you crossed my mind And I took that as a sign, that I should call and say hi So that's all, hi I hope you don't think I've lost my mind, I hope you don't think I'm crazy This message is getting long so I should just say bye, but The idea of you listening to this, the thought of you I'm in your city tonight And these lights make me feel so inspired (I can't hang up) Going higher and higher and higher
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Banger (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) These n- mad, I started rapping then I shot straight to the top These n- mad because they not making no noise, and now I'm hot These n- mad because I f- with Top and we still on that block (we still on that block) These n- mad because I f- with Durk and these shots for my opps (and these shots for my opps) These n- mad, I started rapping then I shot straight to the top These n- mad because they not making no noise, and now I'm hot These n- mad because I f- with Top and we still on that block (we still on that block) These n- mad because I f- with Durk and these shots for my opps (and these shots for my opps) These n- out here broke and s- they stealin' coats and It's twenty bands up on that n- head, that's what you 'posed to get B- you over with, you lost that, boy, your a- a goofy (boy, your a- a goofy) Say you saw me, and you had it on you, why you didn't? (Then why you didn't?) It's safe to say (uh-huh), lil' nigga, I paved the way (I did) 16, I caught a case, my mama lost her Section 8 (damn) I was in and out, g- in the house, but you know mama straight (you know) 'Member when she found it, tried to kick me out, I was like, "Mama, wait" (damn, damn) Grandma say, "You better pray" (uh-huh), I tell her, "Every day" (I did) Then miss school and come in late (uh-huh), some nights, she won't see my face (damn, damn) I was out there wildin' (wildin'), everybody know Von a problem (they know) I ain't had no father, but that just made me go even harder Two dead in one day, boy, I'm a heavyweight Cold case, he D. O. A. mask up, gotta hide your face Uncle said "I'm done", locked up, caught another case And they ain't had no bond, couldn't pay this s- anyway These n- mad, I started rapping then I shot straight to the top These n- mad because they not making no noise, and now I'm hot These n- mad because, I f- with Top and we still on that block (we still on that block) These n- mad because I f- with Durk and these shots for my opps (and these shots for my opps) These n- mad, I started rapping then I shot straight to the top These n- mad because they not making no noise, and now I'm hot These n- mad because, I f- with Top and we still on that block (we still on that block) These n- mad because I f- with Durk and these shots for my opps (and these shots for my opps)
These mixed signals, mixed signals, they're killing me I don't know what you want, but I know what I need The goodbyes, the hellos, the "I need you, no I don't" Every time I start to close the door, you knock and I let you in Loving you is my greatest sin Loving you is my greatest sin Loving you is my greatest sin I don't know why I love you I don't know why I care (yeah, yeah) I don't know why I love you Look, uh Sorry I missed your call, I was on a jet I been so zoned out, tryna figure out what's next So scared to fail, I'm calculatin' my every step Gotta watch my back and keep my strap, but nonetheless I think about you when I'm gone (yeah), wishing I can hold you Probably home, wishin' someone come and love you how they 'posed to And I hope you see this letter 'fore it's too late (yeah) I hope chasin' my dream don't get in the way I blame my struggles and my uncles for my hustlin' ways I'm way in Michigan right now, lookin' at real estate Lord knows I wanna lay you down but I'm chasin' cake Can't go back broke, stay on the go, that's all that's on my brain She tell me fuck you, I hate you, then I love you, can't blame you She say I love you, but don't trust you, can't change you I just hope we don't end how they do Crash and burn on The Shade Room Street runner, gotta stop running sometimes (yeah) I'm in your city tonight (yeah) And these lights (these lights), make me feel so inspired (yeah) Going higher and higher and higher (yeah, yeah) Taking me higher (taking me higher) Higher and higher and higher (yeah, yeah) Hey, I'm kinda glad you didn't pick up I kinda just called to hear your voice, so Your voice recording was enough Ugh, I should hang up, what am I doing? Um So uh, I feel kinda dumb, but uh I miss you, I've been thinking about you I've been thinking about our love and how much I miss your touch I miss being around you, hearing your laugh and holding your hand I think of you every day I hope and I wish that you're doing okay I want us to go back to the old days Because I miss you, and I just thought of you, so I thought I'd call you To tell you that you crossed my mind And I took that as a sign, that I should call and say hi So that's all, hi I hope you don't think I've lost my mind, I hope you don't think I'm crazy This message is getting long so I should just say bye, but The idea of you listening to this, the thought of you I'm in your city tonight And these lights make me feel so inspired (I can't hang up) Going higher and higher and higher
Twerk that ass for a icy chain Twerk that ass for a icy chain (bitch) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hey) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hmm) My hair, my money, come bundled I spent your rent on my frontal (yeah) Bitches see me and get humbled Could take yo' nigga but I don't even want to Birkin bag, Crocodile Dundee Mink on my body like I just went hunting Tell PETA I'm bein' one hunnid That icy girl still rock fur in the summer Left fashion week, hella casualties I think I know why they mad at me I'm pretty, I'm in every city But won't hit the club unless it's a bag for me Daddy, answer me, I need to know why your mad at me 'Cause you be complainin', you stay in your feelings I'm starting to think you can't handle me Twerk that ass for a icy chain Twerk that ass for a icy chain (bitch) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hey) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hmm) Get love in the Bay like I'm 40 (uh) Big C love to sip on the 40s (yeah) This Rollie up on me cost forty I'ma be fine in my forties Ooh, fake booty galore Make sure it clap when you see me on tour (hmm) He sweatin' me like a sport I play in Prada whenever I'm bored (that's right) Concealer tan, sand, I'ma get these band-bands Bet' not smell no pussy when you pop it on a handstand (ugh) All of my bitches smell good, yeah Don't worry 'bout us, we good I ain't gon' lie, you actin' too shy Come pop that shit like a bitch from the hood (brrt) Twerk that ass for a icy chain Twerk that ass for a icy chain (bitch) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hey) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hmm)
Bleh Hey Twerk that ass for a icy chain Twerk that ass for a icy chain (bitch) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hey) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hmm) My hair, my money, come bundled I spent your rent on my frontal (yeah) Bitches see me and get humbled Could take yo' nigga but I don't even want to Birkin bag, Crocodile Dundee Mink on my body like I just went hunting Tell PETA I'm bein' one hunnid That icy girl still rock fur in the summer Left fashion week, hella casualties I think I know why they mad at me I'm pretty, I'm in every city But won't hit the club unless it's a bag for me Daddy, answer me, I need to know why your mad at me 'Cause you be complainin', you stay in your feelings I'm starting to think you can't handle me Twerk that ass for a icy chain Twerk that ass for a icy chain (bitch) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hey) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hmm) Get love in the Bay like I'm 40 (uh) Big C love to sip on the 40s (yeah) This Rollie up on me cost forty I'ma be fine in my forties Ooh, fake booty galore Make sure it clap when you see me on tour (hmm) He sweatin' me like a sport I play in Prada whenever I'm bored (that's right) Concealer tan, sand, I'ma get these band-bands Bet' not smell no pussy when you pop it on a handstand (ugh) All of my bitches smell good, yeah Don't worry 'bout us, we good I ain't gon' lie, you actin' too shy Come pop that shit like a bitch from the hood (brrt) Twerk that ass for a icy chain Twerk that ass for a icy chain (bitch) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hey) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hmm)
Bleh Hey Twerk that ass for a icy chain Twerk that ass for a icy chain (bitch) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hey) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hmm) My hair, my money, come bundled I spent your rent on my frontal (yeah) Bitches see me and get humbled Could take yo' nigga but I don't even want to Birkin bag, Crocodile Dundee Mink on my body like I just went hunting Tell PETA I'm bein' one hunnid That icy girl still rock fur in the summer Left fashion week, hella casualties I think I know why they mad at me I'm pretty, I'm in every city But won't hit the club unless it's a bag for me Daddy, answer me, I need to know why your mad at me 'Cause you be complainin', you stay in your feelings I'm starting to think you can't handle me Twerk that ass for a icy chain Twerk that ass for a icy chain (bitch) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hey) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hmm) Get love in the Bay like I'm 40 (uh) Big C love to sip on the 40s (yeah) This Rollie up on me cost forty I'ma be fine in my forties Ooh, fake booty galore Make sure it clap when you see me on tour (hmm) He sweatin' me like a sport I play in Prada whenever I'm bored (that's right) Concealer tan, sand, I'ma get these band-bands Bet' not smell no pussy when you pop it on a handstand (ugh) All of my bitches smell good, yeah Don't worry 'bout us, we good I ain't gon' lie, you actin' too shy Come pop that shit like a bitch from the hood (brrt) Twerk that ass for a icy chain Twerk that ass for a icy chain (bitch) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hey) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hmm)
Bleh Hey Twerk that ass for a icy chain Twerk that ass for a icy chain (bitch) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hey) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hmm) My hair, my money, come bundled I spent your rent on my frontal (yeah) Bitches see me and get humbled Could take yo' nigga but I don't even want to Birkin bag, Crocodile Dundee Mink on my body like I just went hunting Tell PETA I'm bein' one hunnid That icy girl still rock fur in the summer Left fashion week, hella casualties I think I know why they mad at me I'm pretty, I'm in every city But won't hit the club unless it's a bag for me Daddy, answer me, I need to know why your mad at me 'Cause you be complainin', you stay in your feelings I'm starting to think you can't handle me Twerk that ass for a icy chain Twerk that ass for a icy chain (bitch) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hey) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hmm) Get love in the Bay like I'm 40 (uh) Big C love to sip on the 40s (yeah) This Rollie up on me cost forty I'ma be fine in my forties Ooh, fake booty galore Make sure it clap when you see me on tour (hmm) He sweatin' me like a sport I play in Prada whenever I'm bored (that's right) Concealer tan, sand, I'ma get these band-bands Bet' not smell no pussy when you pop it on a handstand (ugh) All of my bitches smell good, yeah Don't worry 'bout us, we good I ain't gon' lie, you actin' too shy Come pop that shit like a bitch from the hood (brrt) Twerk that ass for a icy chain Twerk that ass for a icy chain (bitch) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hey) Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hmm)
Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat Ayy, fuck all you niggas, yeah Yeah, free Choppa Boy (You know the don dada, yeah) We step on anything, and still steppin', nigga (Look) Went to the bank, I left with fifty in my pocket, nigga Gang, I been tryna leave 'em blank, this on your noggin, nigga I got juveniles who steppin', totin' on dirty pistols, yeah All my niggas out here spinnin', tryna leave a nigga dead Fuck nigga, what you said? We puttin' you to sleep in your bed On the bottom the nine, I just put a beam, everything be infrared Talk like Top, get on these meds Get out your top, we bust your head Catch him bad, hop out and spray Jump out and we slumped his ass They can't run, we on they ass I'm like who want beef? Just show me somethin' I got killers on Front Street and we ain't runnin' How I come through, shawty, she don't want no other Pull up and we thuggin', buckin', clutchin' on them cutters He say he want smoke with me We gon' get him knocked off But these bitch niggas don't wan' rock with me My brothers blow your block down Travel for that price just like a Greyhound I don't want you, I got cake now You wasn't loyal, you couldn't stay down I don't want you in my way now Can't help you, see I'm rich, yeah Say the wrong thing and you bent We got FN's and Glock 10s, ten millimeter YoungBoy hot and I done broke the meter All this money got me blind, I don't know these people, yeah She wan' be with me, I just won't date her, won't date her, go She wan' talk, girl, I don't have no data, no data, no I stay with that sword just like Darth Vader, Darth Vader, woah Bitch, I keep that stick, but don't play pool, I let it blow I just tried to kill another nigga the other day I just got another half a million up in my bank Pussy nigga, we ain't never slippin', bitch, what you think? I got rifles, Dracos, and pistols, blow up a tank On my lil' boy, nigga I'm like who want beef? Just show me somethin' I got killers on Front Street and we ain't runnin' How I come through, shawty, she don't want no other Pull up and we thuggin', buckin', clutchin' on them cutters He say he want smoke with me We gon' get him knocked off These bitch niggas don't wan' rock with me My brothers blow your block down Travel for that price just like a Greyhound I don't want you, I got cake now You wasn't loyal, you couldn't stay down I don't want you in my way now Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat
