| Song | Woop! |
| Artist | Wolf Castle |
| Album | Gold Rush |
| 作词 : Tristan Grant | |
| 作曲 : Dillon Augustine | |
| Down and out shut your flap | |
| Drip like the water bottle with no cap | |
| Real talk, witches in back still cackling | |
| Tick tock time unraveling (Trouble) | |
| In it like pea to a pod | |
| Wolfgang Amadeus rolling on the floor | |
| Control the room like he control the art | |
| Got many problems where do I start | |
| T to the rest of my name (Ristan) | |
| Tipping like an iceberg ripping, | |
| Saw-blade cutting, | |
| Lumberjack smack you with a tree, | |
| Dumb but I got my degree, (yeah) | |
| Flip the beat give you vertigo turn a new leaf | |
| Rogue monk meditating for some inner peace | |
| Working till limbs like a mummy, | |
| Crumble in the tomb of a stranger, dummy, | |
| Make the team go woop! | |
| I got the sauce, i’m on the loose | |
| You got the tunes, we got the juice, | |
| Half-court shot like my flow in the booth, | |
| Make the team go woop! | |
| Woop, woop, woop, | |
| At the powwow team go woop! | |
| Woop, woop, woop, | |
| Foaming at the mouth like a rez dog | |
| Hands off, keep your distance when we go off | |
| Oh lord got red like it's blood loss | |
| Blow up, speakers busting out the four door | |
| Okay imma live till I'm a hundred and four | |
| Ulgimoo ruling by the shore | |
| Seeing fish-eye like this shit is go-pro | |
| Deep into the reef like my name Nemo | |
| Deadliest flow | |
| It gets ugly a phantom | |
| I throw a tantrum, | |
| I cannot handle the power invested in me | |
| I try to run but I'm lost in my feet | |
| Go through the maze all the walls are Gouchie | |
| That ain't a treat, no Halloween | |
| Don't lose the focus we all tryna eat, | |
| Rising for natives we came from the deep, | |
| I just wanna chill on the back of the truck bed | |
| Rolling thru the rez with my woes erupting, | |
| How y'all function, y’all corrupted | |
| Oh contraire my friend u stunting | |
| You stupid! | |
| We just fine, we alright | |
| We don't need your help man rolling through the night | |
| Alright okay let's go | |
| Make the team go woop! | |
| I got the sauce, i’m on the loose | |
| You got the tunes, we got the juice, | |
| Half-court shot like my flow in the booth, | |
| Make the team go woop! | |
| Woop, woop, woop, | |
| At the powwow team go woop! | |
| Woop, woop, woop, |
| zuò cí : Tristan Grant | |
| zuò qǔ : Dillon Augustine | |
| Down and out shut your flap | |
| Drip like the water bottle with no cap | |
| Real talk, witches in back still cackling | |
| Tick tock time unraveling Trouble | |
| In it like pea to a pod | |
| Wolfgang Amadeus rolling on the floor | |
| Control the room like he control the art | |
| Got many problems where do I start | |
| T to the rest of my name Ristan | |
| Tipping like an iceberg ripping, | |
| Saw-blade cutting, | |
| Lumberjack smack you with a tree, | |
| Dumb but I got my degree, yeah | |
| Flip the beat give you vertigo turn a new leaf | |
| Rogue monk meditating for some inner peace | |
| Working till limbs like a mummy, | |
| Crumble in the tomb of a stranger, dummy, | |
| Make the team go woop! | |
| I got the sauce, i' m on the loose | |
| You got the tunes, we got the juice, | |
| Half-court shot like my flow in the booth, | |
| Make the team go woop! | |
| Woop, woop, woop, | |
| At the powwow team go woop! | |
| Woop, woop, woop, | |
| Foaming at the mouth like a rez dog | |
| Hands off, keep your distance when we go off | |
| Oh lord got red like it' s blood loss | |
| Blow up, speakers busting out the four door | |
| Okay imma live till I' m a hundred and four | |
| Ulgimoo ruling by the shore | |
| Seeing fish-eye like this shit is go-pro | |
| Deep into the reef like my name Nemo | |
| Deadliest flow | |
| It gets ugly a phantom | |
| I throw a tantrum, | |
| I cannot handle the power invested in me | |
| I try to run but I' m lost in my feet | |
| Go through the maze all the walls are Gouchie | |
| That ain' t a treat, no Halloween | |
| Don' t lose the focus we all tryna eat, | |
| Rising for natives we came from the deep, | |
| I just wanna chill on the back of the truck bed | |
| Rolling thru the rez with my woes erupting, | |
| How y' all function, y' all corrupted | |
| Oh contraire my friend u stunting | |
| You stupid! | |
| We just fine, we alright | |
| We don' t need your help man rolling through the night | |
| Alright okay let' s go | |
| Make the team go woop! | |
| I got the sauce, i' m on the loose | |
| You got the tunes, we got the juice, | |
| Half-court shot like my flow in the booth, | |
| Make the team go woop! | |
| Woop, woop, woop, | |
| At the powwow team go woop! | |
| Woop, woop, woop, |