U kno Wassup
Gotta b bout it If you goin wit it handle yo business don't do no talkin
If ya palms itching
I suggest you get sum sanitizer hell
Cuz that don't mean nunnin to a nigga who been out chere
Talmbout you ain't slept n four days
Nigga must be high or sumn
I been sellin 4 ways throwaways fake percocets
Might throw one back and front cha jus to show ya that dem shits official
Count dem mf's up witcha
Lemme see that pill bottle scratching off the sticker
Make it look good
I'ma hood nigga still hollerin yuuaaah
Doin this one fa my nigga n the box goin thru it
These hoes ain't stayin down fa no nigga you posed to knew dat
Ya mans ain't 100 it my niggaz look how he movin
I can't even rock wit 2 many I keep a tooly
One n the head
Cuz I be damned if they catch me lackin
If I lost it all gambling
You could catch me trappin
Finna post up on my old street
Bump into my old fiends
Crank up wit that glass and call yo mama dem auntie
Auntie comin short again
I been on sum roguish shit
Score a brick
Sold a brick
And robbed the nigga for that bihh
I'm on that come up quick
Get it how you posed to shit
Im on that I ain't goin home until it's over wit
I'm on that how to get away wit bloody murder shit
I'm on that down south dirty shit you kno what's up wit me
You kno wassup wit me
You kno wassup wit me
You kno wassup wit me
You kno wassup wit me
Im on that down south dirty shit
You kno wassup wit me
You kno wassup wit me
Im on that down south dirty shit
You kno wassup wit me
You kno wassup wit me
Stayin down
Baggin up
Shootin dice and front the church
Movin white
Ion fuck wit ice that's a cracker drug
Rockin ice
Gettin my shit right
Vvs type
120 lbs sumn lite
5 bales and a rifle
I'm duckin indictments
I rode wit no license
I posed to be
Up a few thousand
I'm chillin really I should b wildin
Comin out retirement
Im finna buy a pressa hahh
Sum isotyl this ain't rapper cap
Finna buy sum counterfeit fa these fake ass niggaz
Never been one to finesse
But them barz authentic
Used to run from 12
Started smokin lost my wind
If ya catch me dirty b prepared to hop all fences
I'm Usain Blizzo
I takeoff instantly
I played dem trenches
Made a few pennies
Off shit i can't mention
Known to play the cut
Pay to fuck
I'm ain't wit it
You been seeing me around bitch you kno how I kick it
You kno wassup wit me
You kno wassup wit me
You kno wassup wit me
You kno wassup wit me
Im on that down south dirty shit
You kno wassup wit me
You kno wassup wit me
Im on that down south dirty shit
You kno wassup wit me
You kno wassup wit me
If ya palms itching
I suggest you get sum sanitizer hell
Cuz that don't mean nunnin to a nigga who been out chere
Talmbout you ain't slept n four days
Nigga must be high or sumn
I been sellin 4 ways throwaways fake percocets
Might throw one back and front cha jus to show ya that dem shits official
Count dem mf's up witcha
Lemme see that pill bottle scratching off the sticker
Make it look good
I'ma hood nigga still hollerin yuuaaah
Doin this one fa my nigga n the box goin thru it
These hoes ain't stayin down fa no nigga you posed to knew dat
Ya mans ain't 100 it my niggaz look how he movin
I can't even rock wit 2 many I keep a tooly
One n the head
Cuz I be damned if they catch me lackin
If I lost it all gambling
You could catch me trappin
Finna post up on my old street
Bump into my old fiends
Crank up wit that glass and call yo mama dem auntie
Auntie comin short again
I been on sum roguish shit
Score a brick
Sold a brick
And robbed the nigga for that bihh
I'm on that come up quick
Get it how you posed to shit
Im on that I ain't goin home until it's over wit
I'm on that how to get away wit bloody murder shit
I'm on that down south dirty shit you kno what's up wit me
You kno wassup wit me
You kno wassup wit me
You kno wassup wit me
You kno wassup wit me
Im on that down south dirty shit
You kno wassup wit me
You kno wassup wit me
Im on that down south dirty shit
You kno wassup wit me
You kno wassup wit me
Stayin down
Baggin up
Shootin dice and front the church
Movin white
Ion fuck wit ice that's a cracker drug
Rockin ice
Gettin my shit right
Vvs type
120 lbs sumn lite
5 bales and a rifle
I'm duckin indictments
I rode wit no license
I posed to be
Up a few thousand
I'm chillin really I should b wildin
Comin out retirement
Im finna buy a pressa hahh
Sum isotyl this ain't rapper cap
Finna buy sum counterfeit fa these fake ass niggaz
Never been one to finesse
But them barz authentic
Used to run from 12
Started smokin lost my wind
If ya catch me dirty b prepared to hop all fences
I'm Usain Blizzo
I takeoff instantly
I played dem trenches
Made a few pennies
Off shit i can't mention
Known to play the cut
Pay to fuck
I'm ain't wit it
You been seeing me around bitch you kno how I kick it
You kno wassup wit me
You kno wassup wit me
You kno wassup wit me
You kno wassup wit me
Im on that down south dirty shit
You kno wassup wit me
You kno wassup wit me
Im on that down south dirty shit
You kno wassup wit me
You kno wassup wit me
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Writer(s): Curtis Duren Jr
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