Wassup Lyrics – Cordae
Singer: Cordae
Title: Wassup
Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
What the f#ck, yeah, hold on
Ayy, what’s up, n#gg#? (What’s up?)
What the f#ck, n#gg#? (What the f#ck?)
Bought that b#tch a Birkin bag
Now she in love with us
Hockey puck, n#gg#
I’m froze up, n#gg#
See a baddie with me
Say, “What’s up?”, n#gg#
Say, “Hello”, n#gg#, little ho n#gg#
b#tch-ass broke n#gg#, nah, I can’t roll with ya, huh
Say, “Hello”, n#gg#, you a ho, n#gg# (What’s up?)
What’s a high horse to a motherf#ckin’ G.O.A.T. n#gg#? (What’s up?)
Hold on, uh, first car was a Range Rover
Was a lil’ n#gg#, wore the same clothes
Vivid pictures, boy, I paint those
From the f#cking jungle where you can’t grow
Hold grudges, never let it go
I’m with my f#ckin’ dawgs, no pedestal
Do you need gause ’cause your pockets swole?
What the f#ck is that? That’s a bankroll
I got forty-five K in my pockеt
Ain’t no cappin’, I say it, I got it
Do a show, then I make a deposit
I madе Europe, they ragin’ and moshin’
Yeah, I f#ck with the Wizards, but catch me courtside
Guarantee it’s the Lakers I’m watching
n#gg#, I am the greatest in my generation
I don’t do no playin’ about it
These rappers, they should call me, “Papi”
Every lil’ thing is exotic
I’m with two hoes like a shotty
I’m shittin’ on these n#gg#s, no potty
I don’t wanna see your twenty dollar bill ‘less it’s Harriet Tubman
My thoughts outta pocket
I been hidin’ from the world
The only thing see me right now is the sky and the projects
(Hold on)
Ayy, what’s up, n#gg#? (What’s up?)
What the f#ck, n#gg#? (What the f#ck?)
Bought that b#tch a Birkin bag
Now she in love with us
Hockey puck, n#gg#
I’m froze up, n#gg#
See a baddie with me
Say, “What’s up?”, n#gg# (Ayy, say, “What’s up?”)
Say, “What’s up?”, watch how I f#ck it up, get it back
n#gg#s say they really gettin’ money, that’s fitted cap
Boy, you ain’t never outside, where you really at?
Designer rug, alligator my floor mat
Bad lil’ b#tch gon’ give me that neck, neck
We was in the trenches, n#gg#, you was playin’ Tech Deck
Why you so motherf#ckin’ cap? Don’t respect that, hey
Don’t come close, better step back, hey
Minor setback for a comeback
b#tch #ss so damn fat, she got hunch back, hey
f#ck around and play, get splatt-splatt
n#gg# put a hole in his head like a humpback, woah
I been in the slums, givin’ all back
Tell me, where the f#ck is Donald Trump at? (Let’s go)
Came from the slums, deep down in the trenches (Let’s go)
Where a young n#gg# sharin’ a bookbag (Uh)
Ayy, what’s up, n#gg#? (What’s up?)
What the f#ck, n#gg#? (What the f#ck?)
Bought that b#tch a Birkin bag
Now she in love with us
Hockey puck, n#gg#
I’m froze up, n#gg#
See a baddie with me
Say, “What’s up?”, n#gg#
Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)
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