Wassup
I aint gotta brag
Everybody knows that
I pop them tags
(Yeah i pop them tags)
And I'm in the lab
Walking in and out like a fuckin trap
Man you know where i stay from
That fuckin nap
Imma roll the dice if i crap imma get it back
She gon pop a perc pop a tab like a tick tack
She gon make it work
She gon twerk
Lemme see that
Yeah I'm on my guap shit
Dont fuck with me you a opp bitch
Here the feds coming change the topic
Here the feds coming change the topic
(Yeah)
Pour up my cup
We don't give no fucks
We got throw it up
Thats wassup
Oh thats wassup
The plug just hit me up
Man i had to run it up
Pulled up to the function
Man i had too fuck it up
Got my nigga next to me
Yea i know he keep it tucked
Got that dirty sack on me
Yeah you know I'm smoking yuck
I remember you was ducking me
Now you blow me up
I swear that they be capping
In they rap and I'm like what?
You cannot be fucking with me
lil bitch I'm too cut
I do not like you lil bitch don't hit me up
Bitch imma star and you looking kinda struck
(Man you looking kinda struck)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
Yeah I'm on my guap shit
Dont fuck with me you a opp bitch
Here the feds coming change the topic
Here the feds coming change the topic
(Yeah)
Pour up my cup
We don't give no fucks
We got throw it up
Thats wassup
Oh thats wassup
The plug just hit me up
Man i had to run it up
Everybody knows that
I pop them tags
(Yeah i pop them tags)
And I'm in the lab
Walking in and out like a fuckin trap
Man you know where i stay from
That fuckin nap
Imma roll the dice if i crap imma get it back
She gon pop a perc pop a tab like a tick tack
She gon make it work
She gon twerk
Lemme see that
Yeah I'm on my guap shit
Dont fuck with me you a opp bitch
Here the feds coming change the topic
Here the feds coming change the topic
(Yeah)
Pour up my cup
We don't give no fucks
We got throw it up
Thats wassup
Oh thats wassup
The plug just hit me up
Man i had to run it up
Pulled up to the function
Man i had too fuck it up
Got my nigga next to me
Yea i know he keep it tucked
Got that dirty sack on me
Yeah you know I'm smoking yuck
I remember you was ducking me
Now you blow me up
I swear that they be capping
In they rap and I'm like what?
You cannot be fucking with me
lil bitch I'm too cut
I do not like you lil bitch don't hit me up
Bitch imma star and you looking kinda struck
(Man you looking kinda struck)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
Yeah I'm on my guap shit
Dont fuck with me you a opp bitch
Here the feds coming change the topic
Here the feds coming change the topic
(Yeah)
Pour up my cup
We don't give no fucks
We got throw it up
Thats wassup
Oh thats wassup
The plug just hit me up
Man i had to run it up
Credits
Writer(s): Ismael Nabe
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