Whoop Dat Ass - Todrick Hall, Tracie Thoms

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 pass, and you better make it last

'Cause the very next time you throw me some sass

I’mma whoop that ass

Hey, I’mma whoop that ass

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 bill 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 ass

Hey, your mama gon' whoop that ass

I’mma whoop that ass