Wassup Wit Me (feat. Hazey J)
You niggas know wassup wit me
She knowing I don't fuck for free
You a broke nigga
In a five dollar t
Man you ain't never count up a sleeve
That broke shit
Be giving me allergies
I got to stay broke bitch free
If you around me
Then be about your green
I had a name before IG
Nigga
Puffin Zaza when I smoke
I don't owe a nigga nothing but smoke
If you was with me
Then you know it was that cash I spoke
I fuck bad bitches just for sport
Smelling like weed
When I walk in court
Public pretender
Ain't trying help me score
Somewhere I ain't been
I need a strap and a detour
My name should be Seymour
Cause money ima see more
Before the gram I was well known
You got her now
But I already hit those
I never got picked on
You still a bitch
No matter how much designer that you put on
You the type to get your bitch took
You the type to get your gun took
Not Me
Cause I'm the type that will die for my nuts
I don't run from a fight
I only run from the cuffs
You niggas know wassup wit me
She knowing I don't fuck for free
You a broke nigga
In a five dollar t
Man you ain't never count up a sleeve
That broke shit
Be giving me allergies
I got to stay broke bitch free
If you around me
Then be about your green
I had a name before IG
Nigga
I wish a nigga would play
We got chops for that
She giving top
I'm trying knock this bitch tonsils back
Stop the cap
We clock dollars at fast pace
Bout my cheese
But don't participate in rat races
I need all payment
Blue and pink dead faces
Murder bout money
Turning niggas into cold cases
Me and Melly got your bitch
Hot and ready like little Caesars
Fuck the smoke
We been giving out this ether
Cup pink like Easter
Bitch I hang with heathens
You talking money but you lying
Cause we can't ever see it
I hit her with a little game
For the brain she a genius
Mell came with some shit
To send a n***a to Jesus
I never thought s**t would be like this
Niggas said they on my head
So I keep my stick take no chances
Trying get a crib in the Hamptons
Until then
I need a rich bitch in mansion
You niggas know wassup wit me
She knowing I don't fuck for free
You a broke nigga
In a five dollar t
Man you ain't never count up a sleeve
That broke shit
Be giving me allergies
I got to stay broke bitch free
If you around me
Then be about your green
I had a name before IG
Nigga
She knowing I don't fuck for free
You a broke nigga
In a five dollar t
Man you ain't never count up a sleeve
That broke shit
Be giving me allergies
I got to stay broke bitch free
If you around me
Then be about your green
I had a name before IG
Nigga
Puffin Zaza when I smoke
I don't owe a nigga nothing but smoke
If you was with me
Then you know it was that cash I spoke
I fuck bad bitches just for sport
Smelling like weed
When I walk in court
Public pretender
Ain't trying help me score
Somewhere I ain't been
I need a strap and a detour
My name should be Seymour
Cause money ima see more
Before the gram I was well known
You got her now
But I already hit those
I never got picked on
You still a bitch
No matter how much designer that you put on
You the type to get your bitch took
You the type to get your gun took
Not Me
Cause I'm the type that will die for my nuts
I don't run from a fight
I only run from the cuffs
You niggas know wassup wit me
She knowing I don't fuck for free
You a broke nigga
In a five dollar t
Man you ain't never count up a sleeve
That broke shit
Be giving me allergies
I got to stay broke bitch free
If you around me
Then be about your green
I had a name before IG
Nigga
I wish a nigga would play
We got chops for that
She giving top
I'm trying knock this bitch tonsils back
Stop the cap
We clock dollars at fast pace
Bout my cheese
But don't participate in rat races
I need all payment
Blue and pink dead faces
Murder bout money
Turning niggas into cold cases
Me and Melly got your bitch
Hot and ready like little Caesars
Fuck the smoke
We been giving out this ether
Cup pink like Easter
Bitch I hang with heathens
You talking money but you lying
Cause we can't ever see it
I hit her with a little game
For the brain she a genius
Mell came with some shit
To send a n***a to Jesus
I never thought s**t would be like this
Niggas said they on my head
So I keep my stick take no chances
Trying get a crib in the Hamptons
Until then
I need a rich bitch in mansion
You niggas know wassup wit me
She knowing I don't fuck for free
You a broke nigga
In a five dollar t
Man you ain't never count up a sleeve
That broke shit
Be giving me allergies
I got to stay broke bitch free
If you around me
Then be about your green
I had a name before IG
Nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Melvin Wallace Iii
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