Wassup lyrics

[Intro: Cordae]
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

[Chorus: Cordae & Young Thug]
Ayy, what's up, n*gga? (What's up?)
What the f*ck, n*gga? (What the f*ck?)
Bought that b*tch a Birkin bag
Now she in love with us
Hockey puck, n*gga
I'm froze up, n*gga
See a baddie with me
Say, "What's up?" n*gga

[Verse 1: Cordae & Young Thug]
Say, "Hello", n*gga, little ho n*gga
b*tch-ass broke n*gga, nah, I can't roll with ya, huh
Say, "Hello", n*gga, you a ho, n*gga (What's up?)
What's a high horse to a motherf*ckin' G.O.A.T. n*gga? (What's up?)
Hold on, uh, first car was a Range Rov'
Was a lil' n*gga, 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 pet store
Do you need gauze 'cause your pockets swole?
What the f*ck is that? That's a bankroll
I got forty-five K in my pocket
Ain't no cappin', I say it, I got it
Do a show, thеn I make a deposit
I'm in Europe, thеy ragin' and moshin'
Yeah, I f*ck with the Wizards, but catch me courtside
Guarantee it's the Lakers I'm watching
n*gga, 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 sh*ttin' on these n*ggas, 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 seein' me right now is the sky and the projects
(Hold on)
[Chorus: Cordae & Young Thug]
Ayy, what's up, n*gga? (What's up?)
What the f*ck, n*gga? (What the f*ck?)
Bought that b*tch a Birkin bag
Now she in love with us
Hockey puck, n*gga
I'm froze up, n*gga
See a baddie with me
Say, "What's up?" n*gga (Ayy, say, "What's up?")

[Verse 2: Cordae & Young Thug]
Say, "What's up?", watch how I f*ck it up, get it back
n*ggas 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*gga, 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 ass so damn fat, she got hunch back, hey
f*ck around and play, get splatt-splatt
n*gga 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*gga sharin' a bookbag (Uh)
[Chorus: Cordae & Young Thug]
Ayy, what's up, n*gga? (What's up?)
What the f*ck, n*gga? (What the f*ck?)
Bought that b*tch a Birkin bag
Now she in love with us
Hockey puck, n*gga
I'm froze up, n*gga
See a baddie with me
Say, "What's up?" n*gga

[Outro]
Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)