Whats Up

I'm in the backseat
Not no taxi
I want my bread (uh)
I need my racks please
I'm back with my boys (yeah)
Like we the backstreet
Hop out the car (yeah)
Then in the box seats
I'm going multiple rounds
Like I'm a athlete
I'm on my second lap
Like this is a track meet
When's the next drop?
Yeah that's what they ask me
That's what they ask me
I love lemonade (yeah)
It's in my cup
I think she like me
Just cause I'm up
You say my music trash
Like okay nigga what?
I might just fall off
Who gives a fuck?
I always switch lanes
I'm never stuck
This worlds a joke (yeah)
So do just what you want
I hit it from the back
And then the front (yeah)
I just wrote a track
And then it bumps
Money fake
Its a a front
These niggas lame
These niggas suck
Im carrying too much weight
I need a truck (yeah)
She got too much cake
I need to fuck (yeah)

That's what's up
That's what's up
That's what's up
That's what's up
That's what's up
That's what's up
That's what's up
That's what's up



Credits
Writer(s): Alonzo Antoine
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