AVGOTDRIP feat. void, Arsx, LEX PAIN, TWAN HAYWOOD & $atori Zoom -
So Wassup? (feat. Lex Pain, TWAN HAYWOOD & $atori Zoom) - Single
So Wassup? (feat. Lex Pain, TWAN HAYWOOD & $atori Zoom)
(AV with that drip, hoe)
(Something's wrong? I like it)
Yeah (bitch)
(Uh) aye
So, what's up? (Wow)
I-I-I heard y'all was dubs
And I still pulled up just because I heard she clutch
And that she just wanna fuck
So, I guess I got it locked
And they said I do too much, so they gettin' Captain Crunched (yeah)
Look at these motherfuckers
I got 'em on tip toes with this hypno
I'm tryna print dough in this bitch
Y'all like flip phones, y'all outdated, I dial up on these kids
Yeah, I'm on tilt, hoe, now in kill mode
Don't fuck around and get clipped
I don't push over, I push rovers
My lil' homies got sticks, yeah
Hey, like, what y'all on, bro? (Yeah, woo)
Come with that shit that be havin' they jaw in the floor (yeah, uh)
Not 'cause he actually good, but the shit he be saying
This motherfucker hurt to the core (yeah)
But you never know it 'cause I never show it
I keep my emotion behind a lil' door (door)
But what she be talking that shit, it might open a bit
And, man, that's when you get a lil' war
Okay, like, check me out
Bitch, I'm the best in this motherfuckin' function
This shit going crazy
Like, 2020 vision
See the mission when y'all pistol whippin'
Yeah, that shit getting shaky
Burning rubber, I'm with AV
Tinted windows on Mercedes
I'll be whipping with my baby
I'm too hot to do this shit for free
So, now, if you want Pack (aye), you gotta pay me, yeah
I-I-I heard y'all was dubs
And I still pulled up just because I heard she clutch (yeah)
And that she just wanna fuck (she just wanna fuck)
So, I guess I got it locked (she just wanna fuck)
And they said I do too much, so they gettin' Captain Crunched
Look at these motherfuckers
Who the fuck you gon' try to fight?
Most these niggas won't last the night
Talking tough, gon' lose your life
I don't care if it's wrong or right
Watch a nigga that flex a knife
He the one that gon' pay the price
Spin the block, and I'll see you twice
I ain't never gon' see the light
Niggas ain't no prophets
They ain't stop no shit since we were kids
All they want is profits
They gain skrilla just from how we sin
Promise that I'm good with that backhand
VA be packin'
Kids turned to ashes, oh, God
Fuck
Fuck, from the mud, I'm always stuck
I'm outta luck, got a heavy heart, but, baby, I still keep it tucked (aye)
Made my soul bitter, but, shit, at least the nine will buck 'til it's up
I said, fuck, uh, "Pussy boy better duck" (yuh)
Glock right in my waistband, whole clip if he buff (aye)
Bitch, I ain't no chump, uh (bitch), kick back with the pump (aye)
Zig-Zag in my what? (Aye, yeah)
Zig-Zag in my blunt, aye, aye
Fuck that, carry the game on my shoulder, bitch, I got a hunchback
Pick yo' head off of the fucking floor, I'm finna stomp that
All these rappers my lil' kids (yeah), they came out of my nutsack (yeah)
I be in the cut and I hit 'em with that (yeah)
What? Aye, walking in my denim, you know I don't give a fuck, aye
I'm Soulja Boy, tell 'em when I'm walking on the runway
Barking up a storm with the whores on a Monday
What the fuck's the norm? When I'm bored
I'm getting dumb blazed
Everybody's pissed, but I'm just getting in my feng shui
Extended clips with hollow tips, lil' bitch, that's how my guns made
It's all that you can eat, I had to take her to the buffet
Yeah, they think they know me, but I'm always throwing pump fakes
You bitches make me sick (yah, yah, you bitches make me sick)
I caught your ass on flick (caught yo' ass on flick)
You fucking with the clique (with the-, fucking with the clique)
These bullets for your head (take the motherfuckin'-)
Hah, I-I told him pick the winning side, but he wanna talk (yah, heh)
He got the Smith & Wesson (heh-heh), but he know I got the Glock (Glock)
Stupid motherfucker, I said, "Fuck around? Get offed"
Serving up the party (aye), yeah, I know what's up
I-I-I heard y'all was dubs
And I still pulled up just because I heard she clutch
And that she just wanna fuck (yeah)
So, I guess I got it locked (boom, boom, bap)
And they said I do too much, so they gettin' Captain Crunched (yeah)
Look at these motherfuckers
What's up with it? Motherfu-
(Something's wrong? I like it)
Yeah (bitch)
(Uh) aye
So, what's up? (Wow)
I-I-I heard y'all was dubs
And I still pulled up just because I heard she clutch
And that she just wanna fuck
So, I guess I got it locked
And they said I do too much, so they gettin' Captain Crunched (yeah)
Look at these motherfuckers
I got 'em on tip toes with this hypno
I'm tryna print dough in this bitch
Y'all like flip phones, y'all outdated, I dial up on these kids
Yeah, I'm on tilt, hoe, now in kill mode
Don't fuck around and get clipped
I don't push over, I push rovers
My lil' homies got sticks, yeah
Hey, like, what y'all on, bro? (Yeah, woo)
Come with that shit that be havin' they jaw in the floor (yeah, uh)
Not 'cause he actually good, but the shit he be saying
This motherfucker hurt to the core (yeah)
But you never know it 'cause I never show it
I keep my emotion behind a lil' door (door)
But what she be talking that shit, it might open a bit
And, man, that's when you get a lil' war
Okay, like, check me out
Bitch, I'm the best in this motherfuckin' function
This shit going crazy
Like, 2020 vision
See the mission when y'all pistol whippin'
Yeah, that shit getting shaky
Burning rubber, I'm with AV
Tinted windows on Mercedes
I'll be whipping with my baby
I'm too hot to do this shit for free
So, now, if you want Pack (aye), you gotta pay me, yeah
I-I-I heard y'all was dubs
And I still pulled up just because I heard she clutch (yeah)
And that she just wanna fuck (she just wanna fuck)
So, I guess I got it locked (she just wanna fuck)
And they said I do too much, so they gettin' Captain Crunched
Look at these motherfuckers
Who the fuck you gon' try to fight?
Most these niggas won't last the night
Talking tough, gon' lose your life
I don't care if it's wrong or right
Watch a nigga that flex a knife
He the one that gon' pay the price
Spin the block, and I'll see you twice
I ain't never gon' see the light
Niggas ain't no prophets
They ain't stop no shit since we were kids
All they want is profits
They gain skrilla just from how we sin
Promise that I'm good with that backhand
VA be packin'
Kids turned to ashes, oh, God
Fuck
Fuck, from the mud, I'm always stuck
I'm outta luck, got a heavy heart, but, baby, I still keep it tucked (aye)
Made my soul bitter, but, shit, at least the nine will buck 'til it's up
I said, fuck, uh, "Pussy boy better duck" (yuh)
Glock right in my waistband, whole clip if he buff (aye)
Bitch, I ain't no chump, uh (bitch), kick back with the pump (aye)
Zig-Zag in my what? (Aye, yeah)
Zig-Zag in my blunt, aye, aye
Fuck that, carry the game on my shoulder, bitch, I got a hunchback
Pick yo' head off of the fucking floor, I'm finna stomp that
All these rappers my lil' kids (yeah), they came out of my nutsack (yeah)
I be in the cut and I hit 'em with that (yeah)
What? Aye, walking in my denim, you know I don't give a fuck, aye
I'm Soulja Boy, tell 'em when I'm walking on the runway
Barking up a storm with the whores on a Monday
What the fuck's the norm? When I'm bored
I'm getting dumb blazed
Everybody's pissed, but I'm just getting in my feng shui
Extended clips with hollow tips, lil' bitch, that's how my guns made
It's all that you can eat, I had to take her to the buffet
Yeah, they think they know me, but I'm always throwing pump fakes
You bitches make me sick (yah, yah, you bitches make me sick)
I caught your ass on flick (caught yo' ass on flick)
You fucking with the clique (with the-, fucking with the clique)
These bullets for your head (take the motherfuckin'-)
Hah, I-I told him pick the winning side, but he wanna talk (yah, heh)
He got the Smith & Wesson (heh-heh), but he know I got the Glock (Glock)
Stupid motherfucker, I said, "Fuck around? Get offed"
Serving up the party (aye), yeah, I know what's up
I-I-I heard y'all was dubs
And I still pulled up just because I heard she clutch
And that she just wanna fuck (yeah)
So, I guess I got it locked (boom, boom, bap)
And they said I do too much, so they gettin' Captain Crunched (yeah)
Look at these motherfuckers
What's up with it? Motherfu-
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