Wassup lyrics

Verse 1:

I’m in Paris in a train, I’m so high, I can’t explain
Smokin near the Eiffel Tower got me feeling like a plane
Slowing my brain
Me and you, we ain’t the same
Boy you got to understand, I’m so hot that your girl tan

Call me Jojo
Welcome to my f*cking dojo
I bet I beat you and your homies
It ain’t no joke
Big punch, no chokes, broken and bleeding nose
I used to see your n*ggas with some powder on their nose

Boy you bet knowing that you gonna loose
It’s all your fault
I don’t care cause my ego cannot loose
I won it all
You’re insane, boy look at your shoes, you think that you ball
Just compare my sauce to yours then you n*ggas feeling small
Mothaf*cka I kill it all, don’t need no strap to make you fall

Who the f*ck you think you are?
Even tall I’ll make you fall, just a call and you’ll be running all your life or praise the lord
If you want more say “encore”, I f*cked you b*tch so I’ve just scored
I know it’s hard to understand, I got money, I got plans
I have to study for those plans
Thinking bands making bands got a n*gga saying Damn I got to make this money now

Calm down
I’m going up, you f*ck around?

Hook:

Wassup yo?
Wassup?
You’re my bro but you’re acting weirdo with me
Wassup bro? Wassup?
Fake n*ggas don’t eat, why you’re tryna stick me?

Verse 2:

I had a n*gga talking to my pop when I wasn’t home but that n*gga snitched on another n*gga from my zone
Knowing that he’s disabled, he’s been playing with my mental, he was coming to my house without even my permission

However, that n*gga really thought that this sh*t would last forever, my n*gga I’m growing up my time is short I need some paper

You pus*y weirdo ass n*gga tryna rob my time? I’ve been patient with you, even knowing that you couldn’t write

Alright?
Alright
Boy that sh*t is tight, It’s eye to eye n*gga
I wonder why you acting like an instigator n*gga
Now you walking down the street with a knife in your pocket
If you’re walking with a knife you’re a pus*y, period

f*ck it

I had a dream about rolling in a white Huracan, full of bandz in my truck
Throw it like a hurricane, until a stripper wanna f*ck

Got my cup full of blends, boy retarded, feel no pain no
Chillin with my friends yo with some people that you probably don’t know

n*ggas in japan call me taichou
High and super hot, that’s a hot show

Hook:

Wassup yo?
Wassup?
You’re my bro but you’re acting weirdo with me
Wassup bro? Wassup?
Fake n*ggas don’t eat, why you’re tryna stick me?