Waddup Tho

Whole lot of blunts
Whole lot of pessos
Whole lotta bitches
Whole lot of gold

Struggle with my brothers
Gang gang Yea waddup tho
Put the pain in it's like these niggas Ain't a custom...
Since I can't sleep
I just use my mind to hustle...
Thinking of some thunder...
Tryna ball like im russle...

My mind right... Money right...
Freak on the phone
I said I'm tryna get this money
Tryna be in a porshe...
A lot of smoke comes out this whip
But it ain't from the exhaust...
Cracked a joke...
Said shes dead...
Then I showed her a ghost...

Hand me the torch...
I lit it with the end of the blunt...
Said she loved me
I just laughed thats a hell of a thought...
I'm just in my own lane
And I got it on sport...
Bad bitch slim thick
And her head is on dork...

Yea I'm on point...
Sharp like the end of cork
They said I'm preaching
So I had to take these niggas to Church...
Shorty she flirts...
I fuck her till the bitch starts squirt... Seen the alert...
And moneys what seems to come 1st...

I'm on the westside of Queens
Yea I came from the Hurst...
Level up with the team
We don't go in reverse...
Chi-Raq with Uncle P cause
He needed a verse...
Told Emo chase the dream
Just don't live in the curse...

Straight gas no Lean
Na I dont need me a perk
Played ochie walley walley...
Then that bitch starts to twerk...
I'm just chefin in this kitchen
Tryna whip.up some work...
The opposition
In my vision
But I'm seeing them 1st...

She like trifey you the heffner?
Hit her with the yessir
Juggling these bitches
If they fall i pick whose next up
Chasing all this money im just tryna Go and catch up...
Life is a Gamble won't you put a bet Up...

Connected to the plug and he tryna
Throw me extra
Low-key in the scene
He in the cut like an extra
Calculating moves nigga
Won't you get ya steps up
Make another loaf and
Spread cheese like it's chedder



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Writer(s): Darryl Jeter
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