THAT'S WASSUP (feat. Thato Saul, YoungstaCPT, Tyson Sybateli & ZRi.)
I just introduced her to the crew, you know wassup
I just had to do it, boy, they gotta know it's up
Smokin', with the homies, with the squad
Rollin, I be rollin', that's wassup (Like for real)
We just tryna find our way, that's wassup
So on rotation, that's the way and that's wassup
Me and the money, we married for sure
Nappy-headed before I had the 'fro
Puffin' on purple haze, I'm moving slow
Niggas out here playin' X's and O's
I'm in the cut like the, uh, yeah
I'm in the cut like a slit to the throat
Niggas still movin' like I don't exist
Hangin' with niggas like hangin' with hoes, jokes
I get on the mic, hit the rhyme and the flow too lethal
The pen's like glocks with a switch
I don't wanna hear a nigga talk, I'm a real emcee
You a cosplay doin' it for pics
Money make niggas do anything
Stabbin' they boys in the back for that chance to get rich
Hit a two-step on the stage, you see the crowd raging
They call me arsonist, you dig?
I wrote this song with No Hook
But I'm throwing a jab at whoever the shoe fits
I'm on the 'Gram, hit a double tap
On my DM got a bitch with some new tits
This rap shit put me on game, back then
I was down bad, they ain't give two shits
Nigga, this LT one, two, three, back in this bitch
This shit could get ruthless
Me and my dogs gon' have us a feast
Breakin' the bread, breakin' the bread
Don't know who you think you are tryna compete
Countin' my deads and countin' my blessings
I get a cheque when I hop on a beat
I'm independent
You niggas scared of takin' a chance on yourself 'cause you weak
Talkin' like you got the balls in your tweets
I just introduced her to the crew, you know wassup
I just had to do it, boy, they gotta know it's up
Smokin', with the homies, with the squad
Rollin, I be rollin', that's wassup (Like for real)
We just tryna find our way, that's wassup
So on rotation, that's the way and that's wassup
Yeah, I wake every mornin', I look for the way
The money start lackin', my mental was blackin'
I need some more back and my shoulder got weight
I look at the niggas who talk about triggers
But really cross fingers and wishin' on faith
My hunger was boomin', when I started movin' the lyric
My pen started smokin' like vape
Said many times at they need and I prayed
Corner's' a trench, all we need is some prey
Niggas smoke weed for the pain
All that I need is a stage on the weekend, get paid
Talk and I walk, no cane
Hero that don't got a cape, my moment had came
Listen to talk in the game
Takin' my cuts, like I said ain't no pain, ain't no pain and gain
Me, my niggas ain't losin', I really start oozin'
I'm closer to lose it, and boozin' and shit
I am refusin', I'm big like I'm juicin'
Me and my niggas choosin' the heat meanin' which
Be ready for any sitch
Life will really be a bitch
I feel like a glitch (Kaapstad)
I feel Henny back like a itch (Kaapstad naaier)
Shots I will shoot in this shit
Big stepper, got shoes in this shit (Youngsta), yeah
Mindless, spineless, standup guy with no backbone (No backbone)
Everyone has an opinion, but also an asshole (Also an asshole)
You can't turn a frog to a prince if you stuck with a tadpole (Uh uh)
You a cheese boy and I thank the Lord that I'm lactose (Aweh)
My cashflow came streamin' in on that trap phone (Salute)
Street credibility is infinity, no bank loan
I was a little rascal who got robbed and then ran home
And then came back with a terror squad full of skinny niggas, no Fat Joes
We was socialising at bandos
Seeing hoes bought and how crack sold
I like to think that I chose rap but I feel like I'm the one rap chose
Your girl say that she smaak me heavy 'cause I live my life by those gang codes
And I put in work with the top dogs like Ab-Soul, she say, "Hello" because-
I just introduced her to the crew, you know wassup
I just had to do it, boy, they gotta know it's up
Smokin', with the homies, with the squad
Rollin, I be rollin', that's wassup (Like for real)
We just tryna find our way, that's wassup
So on rotation, that's the way and that's wassup
Feel that?
I can feel it
I can feel it, it's thoughts in my head
Yeah, yeah
Don't get it fucked up
I always got girls when I showed up
They all give it to me with no fuss
They call it, "To show love"
You frolic in the comments, a grown up
Your message is regarded as "Don't trust"
My market is wholesome
Money been the motive for no one
I swear to God none of you niggas fuckin' with me
Been rockin' with 'Teli since year 2017
The prodigy pressin' on, gettin' back to where I belong
Gettin' back what they took from me, I'm sorry it took so long
Fuck it, I ain't even worried 'bout it
It you ain't see what I can do, yeah, bitch, you heard about it
Head on skyin', I been jumpin' over bird allowance
Ho, you lyin' 'cause I know your favourites know about us
Yeah, shiftin', they drop they singles, make blocks shake
Hot cakes, hot cakes
Bringin' that baker's man 'round for my dogs' sake
Rest in peace bro, now I got 'em, just block hate
Goin' against the boy is kamikaze
Them blood, sweat and tears, fightin' demons and my fears, tryna turn into a million-dollar man, DiBiase
Yeah, and I been in my bag with my soul out my body
A nigga flow cold, they had to put me in a hot seat
Rollin' with the camp, you'll get tired of the army
Fly nigga Chauncey, already known for catchin' bodies
Take a chance on the gang, we got your number, call it Yahtzee
I just had to do it, boy, they gotta know it's up
Smokin', with the homies, with the squad
Rollin, I be rollin', that's wassup (Like for real)
We just tryna find our way, that's wassup
So on rotation, that's the way and that's wassup
Me and the money, we married for sure
Nappy-headed before I had the 'fro
Puffin' on purple haze, I'm moving slow
Niggas out here playin' X's and O's
I'm in the cut like the, uh, yeah
I'm in the cut like a slit to the throat
Niggas still movin' like I don't exist
Hangin' with niggas like hangin' with hoes, jokes
I get on the mic, hit the rhyme and the flow too lethal
The pen's like glocks with a switch
I don't wanna hear a nigga talk, I'm a real emcee
You a cosplay doin' it for pics
Money make niggas do anything
Stabbin' they boys in the back for that chance to get rich
Hit a two-step on the stage, you see the crowd raging
They call me arsonist, you dig?
I wrote this song with No Hook
But I'm throwing a jab at whoever the shoe fits
I'm on the 'Gram, hit a double tap
On my DM got a bitch with some new tits
This rap shit put me on game, back then
I was down bad, they ain't give two shits
Nigga, this LT one, two, three, back in this bitch
This shit could get ruthless
Me and my dogs gon' have us a feast
Breakin' the bread, breakin' the bread
Don't know who you think you are tryna compete
Countin' my deads and countin' my blessings
I get a cheque when I hop on a beat
I'm independent
You niggas scared of takin' a chance on yourself 'cause you weak
Talkin' like you got the balls in your tweets
I just introduced her to the crew, you know wassup
I just had to do it, boy, they gotta know it's up
Smokin', with the homies, with the squad
Rollin, I be rollin', that's wassup (Like for real)
We just tryna find our way, that's wassup
So on rotation, that's the way and that's wassup
Yeah, I wake every mornin', I look for the way
The money start lackin', my mental was blackin'
I need some more back and my shoulder got weight
I look at the niggas who talk about triggers
But really cross fingers and wishin' on faith
My hunger was boomin', when I started movin' the lyric
My pen started smokin' like vape
Said many times at they need and I prayed
Corner's' a trench, all we need is some prey
Niggas smoke weed for the pain
All that I need is a stage on the weekend, get paid
Talk and I walk, no cane
Hero that don't got a cape, my moment had came
Listen to talk in the game
Takin' my cuts, like I said ain't no pain, ain't no pain and gain
Me, my niggas ain't losin', I really start oozin'
I'm closer to lose it, and boozin' and shit
I am refusin', I'm big like I'm juicin'
Me and my niggas choosin' the heat meanin' which
Be ready for any sitch
Life will really be a bitch
I feel like a glitch (Kaapstad)
I feel Henny back like a itch (Kaapstad naaier)
Shots I will shoot in this shit
Big stepper, got shoes in this shit (Youngsta), yeah
Mindless, spineless, standup guy with no backbone (No backbone)
Everyone has an opinion, but also an asshole (Also an asshole)
You can't turn a frog to a prince if you stuck with a tadpole (Uh uh)
You a cheese boy and I thank the Lord that I'm lactose (Aweh)
My cashflow came streamin' in on that trap phone (Salute)
Street credibility is infinity, no bank loan
I was a little rascal who got robbed and then ran home
And then came back with a terror squad full of skinny niggas, no Fat Joes
We was socialising at bandos
Seeing hoes bought and how crack sold
I like to think that I chose rap but I feel like I'm the one rap chose
Your girl say that she smaak me heavy 'cause I live my life by those gang codes
And I put in work with the top dogs like Ab-Soul, she say, "Hello" because-
I just introduced her to the crew, you know wassup
I just had to do it, boy, they gotta know it's up
Smokin', with the homies, with the squad
Rollin, I be rollin', that's wassup (Like for real)
We just tryna find our way, that's wassup
So on rotation, that's the way and that's wassup
Feel that?
I can feel it
I can feel it, it's thoughts in my head
Yeah, yeah
Don't get it fucked up
I always got girls when I showed up
They all give it to me with no fuss
They call it, "To show love"
You frolic in the comments, a grown up
Your message is regarded as "Don't trust"
My market is wholesome
Money been the motive for no one
I swear to God none of you niggas fuckin' with me
Been rockin' with 'Teli since year 2017
The prodigy pressin' on, gettin' back to where I belong
Gettin' back what they took from me, I'm sorry it took so long
Fuck it, I ain't even worried 'bout it
It you ain't see what I can do, yeah, bitch, you heard about it
Head on skyin', I been jumpin' over bird allowance
Ho, you lyin' 'cause I know your favourites know about us
Yeah, shiftin', they drop they singles, make blocks shake
Hot cakes, hot cakes
Bringin' that baker's man 'round for my dogs' sake
Rest in peace bro, now I got 'em, just block hate
Goin' against the boy is kamikaze
Them blood, sweat and tears, fightin' demons and my fears, tryna turn into a million-dollar man, DiBiase
Yeah, and I been in my bag with my soul out my body
A nigga flow cold, they had to put me in a hot seat
Rollin' with the camp, you'll get tired of the army
Fly nigga Chauncey, already known for catchin' bodies
Take a chance on the gang, we got your number, call it Yahtzee
Credits
Writer(s): Riyadh Roberts, Tshegetso Reabetswe Kungwane, Elohim Diasoma, Thato Matlebyane, Jade Magadla, Josh Sawyer, Thabiso Moya, Michael Tuohy
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