WASSUP! Lyrics – Lil Slip
Singer: Lil Slip
Title: WASSUP!
Buh-buh-buh, buh-buh-buh
Buh, buh, buh-buh-buh
In atlanta with some organic
Buh-buh-buh, buh-buh-buh (like)
Buh, buh, buh-buh-buh
In atlanta with some organic
I do it again and again, like, f#ck having a friend
I need a lamb, i’m not driving a benz, like, now it’s time to go in
Don’t give a f#ck if you talking or chatting bout me
You can’t show a hunnid, i’m counting my cheese
My name is stumpee, i geek on the beat
You know that the kid coming up in the streets
Y’all n#gg#s ain’t gon do sh#t
Don’t get a gun if you not gon boom it
f#ck with the gang and them, bro might lose it
You know i’m turnt on the track, i’m stupid
Hands from the front to the back, let’s move it
n#gg#s be bugging, they ruthless
You got a dream then you better persue it (like)
It’s a g spot and i hit it again
Brodie want smoke and got smoked with this k
Smoking this blunt, take it straight to the face
So high, i don’t еven know what i been saying
Stumpee in the trap, call my phone whеn we make it
Uh (let’s go)
Fresh out the shower, b#tch, f#ck me again (boom)
Knowing some members live life on the edge
Nwg, how we do it again?
Bussin it up in the trap now
She gon f#ck for a minute then tap out
Drive around to perform in the best town
Link with drift then we scoring the touchdown
Is it smoke, boy, please be specific
On ig with them captions, we get it
And you hoes that been capping, we get it
Shoutout stumpee, my wrist is pacific
How is y’all going outside in this b#tch?
How is y’all not getting high in this b#tch?
How is y’all smoking gas without a lighter, please boy, you can’t do that, you a misfit
Did he drop sum good? must of missed it
Me and stumpee, yeah, we back on this drill sh#t
Take one step back ‘fore i hit him in the head, blood rushing out like ya b#tch did
b#tches lying like they hellen keller
Nah, that b#tch wasn’t blind, yeah, she a capper
Sick and tired of these cap rappers
Spin again then they back off, they tired
Infamous trio, we coming with sticks
So back the f#ck up ‘fore i f#cking fire, b#tch
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Yeah, shoutout to mekhi!, i’m upping like 17
I’m writing sh#t and i’m only like 13
1400 up on my wrist
S-shoutout to trippie, these b#tches be trippin’
Boy, oh lord, better have mercy
Yeah, i take ya b#tch cause a m#th*rf#ck*r flirty
This sh#t finna hit hard, now you not a virgin
Oh my god, what happened to virgil?
I’m a big stepper like i’m from jersey
Take a few perc’s, yeah, that sh#t cannot hurt me
That sh#t be hitting at 7am
Clock into that b#tch, get a bag for the fam
Pour the lean out, get the weed out, f#ck all the xans
Saw this new b#tch, had to bag her, turns out, she was a fan
Been on my sh#t since like 2019
I-i pop a perc then i pop me a bean
Why would i not flex? i’m getting green
D-diss on an opp, then get in the white t
High-key, what am i driving?
Up in the lamb or the royce, i’m arriving
Styling and i’m fulfilling all my promises to the god and them
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