Wasup Wit Cuh (feat. Yrc.Mar)

My daddy was a Gangsta nigga
Aunti was a thug too
My uncle snatching souls he with whatever niggas wanna do
What you think that made me
I was born into this shit
I ain't tryna fight today we gone play around with clips
Ever since July 25th I been with the shits
We be shooting like July 4th when it's time to hit
And I ain't fab but I'm still screaming Fuck a bitch
How the fuck that Nigga still gang and he a fuckin snitch
And i ain't giving no passes I'm tryna Blam something
Don't be out here sayin fuck the suckas you ain't cram nothing
A nigga diss me on his beat then that's his last song
You can ask Cuh when it was beef he air last long
And we be catchin niggas in the back streets
Since you the driver I'm in the back seats
Of course I'm ready to blow ain't gotta ask me sweep kick a nigga
And set em down on his ass cheeks

I be trippin we crippin im like Wasup with Cuh
Aye cousin he ain't coo I don't fuck with cuh
I feel like Stunna blu I'm tryna wett em up
That nigga love the bitch and she gone set him up
I be trippin we crippin im like Wasup with Cuh
Aye cousin he ain't coo I don't fuck with cuh
I feel like Stunna blu I'm tryna wett em up
That nigga love the bitch and she gone set him up

Slidin thru you section finna buss some shit
Up the score I got the pole pass the mask bitch
You Talkin like you hella hard but you ain't got no pole
So stop the cap up in your rap before you get smoked
I need a chop with a beam fat extendos
That pole a eat a nigga load fuck the windows
I heard them niggas on the block keep a big pole
So if you in the wrong section get yo shit blown
I'm tryna get straight to the bag so I could get some racks
And if a pussy nigga Talkin ima blow him back
And I ain't trippin about a hoe because all I want is racks
Niggas always Talkin shit bet I blow him back
Ah ah know I'm crippin bitch
I'm in yo section
Bitch I'm finna smash shit
This yrc till the end fuck that fab shit

I be trippin we crippin im like Wasup with Cuh
Aye cousin he ain't coo I don't fuck with cuh
I feel like Stunna blu I'm tryna wett em up
That nigga love the bitch and she gone set him up
I be trippin we crippin im like Wasup with Cuh
Aye cousin he ain't coo I don't fuck with cuh
I feel like Stunna blu I'm tryna wett em up
That nigga love the bitch and she gone set him up



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Writer(s): Jay Jona
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