Todrick Hall - Whoop Dat Ass lyrics

Pick up your phone 'cause this ain't through When you come home, mama got a little bone to pick with you 'Cause I've had it up to here with your attitude Well, you think you can walk all over me? Well, that just ain't true 'Cause I'm done with the disrespect, rolling the neck Get it in check, 'cause mama ain't got time You won't be screaming no more, slamming the door Hell to the no, you better step in line So I'm giving you one pa**, and you better make it last 'Cause the very next time you throw me some sa** I'mma whoop that a** Hey, I'mma whoop that a** Pick up your clothes, 'cause I ain't your maid Got me up waiting, well, you better tell Satan, "Not today" Well, there's a certain cell phone I just won't pay You might wanna call AT&T, tell 'em your mama don't play 'Cause I'm done with you talking your smack, learn how to act Matter of fact, I think it might be wise For you to take a step back, you met your match And don't let me catch you tryna roll your eyes You've been warned and nicely asked No respect and get it fast 'Cause next time I put your black behind on blast I'mma whoop that a** Hey, your mama gon' whoop that a** I'mma whoop that a**