Wassup lyrics

[Letra de "Wassup" com N.A.N.A]

[Refrão]
Roll it up, roll that weed in the club
In the club, in the club
With my team I get my money run it up
Run it up (brr) run it up
Put that Lean, I put that 30 in my cup
In my cup, in my cup
Got some fake n*ggas that I had to cut
Had to cut, had to cut

[Verso 1]
n*ggas wanna talk 'bout money, sauce up
Hey wassup, hey wassup?
Yeah they guap, where I get it from, huh
Smoking all that sh*t, I fill it all, blood in my lungs
n*gga hit, pus*y boy, you ain't got no blow
I just hit, you just wanna f*cking steal my flow, yo
Yeah, you need that cup, yo, yeah, you need that blow, yo
I don't really do it but I know who got it though
I don't f*ck up with these n*ggas 'cause they lame, so
Yeah they wanna cop my sh*t but I don't want it though

[Verso 2]
I'm charging in that 'cause that's beast mode
Control the money, come Cee-Lo
I'm calling in my baby, deep throat
I'm caller in the baby, deep throat
My money come out from the heavens
I'm never tripping, I got real friends
You cannot see me, get some Ray-Bans
My diamonds sparkle up your Ray-Bans
Quick, quicker and over
sh*t, that di*k in the soldier
I f*ck that b*tch and her sister, yeah, oh
Remember when that n*gga wanted left from me?
Now the same n*gga want a coke of my wrist like me
n*gga, you a joke, you ain't never gonna smoke that
Hit my weed, yeah, 'cause you ever gonna choke
Yeah, pus*y n*gga, that thing is a diss
When I pull up with my n*ggas shooting, ain't gon' miss
Ain't, ain't gon' miss, n*ggas look at my f*cking wrist
They think it's a motherf*cking diss
pus*y n*gga wanna talk behind my back
I ain't f*cking with these n*ggas 'cause they want my stack
[Refrão]
Roll it up, roll that weed in the club
In the club, in the club
With my team I get my money run it up
Run it up (brr) run it up
Put that Lean, I put that 30 in my cup
In my cup, in my cup
Got some fake n*ggas that I had to cut
Had to cut, had to cut