What’s Up lyrics

[Intro: Felix]
Yeah, ayy (Yeah, ayy)
[?] unplugged my ear [?] (Yeah, ayy)

[Chorus: Felix]
I can't say what's up, ayy
Lost my trust, ayy
We done called yo' bluff, ayy
Y'all just not that tough, ayy
Got yo' feelings crushed, ayy

[Verse 1: Louie Pastel]
'94 to the eight, sideways
Weak, weak, seven days
Had to have traffic on the highway
Let that b*tch leave and need a [?]
Wait, why you screamin', huh?
'Cause I got demons, huh
Angel left my shoulder, me, he say he schemin', huh
Left my markup on this Earth, [?], huh
And I know these scared of me, the [?], huh
From the land where they mask up
V for Vendеtta, the [data?], the bettеr the opps or an obstacle
Popsicles, optional
Freeze up yo' neck and the [neck?] from the [?] come
[?] the testosterone
Rational, I sat back and watched my confidence become minuscule
[than they do in?] any school
[?] cool, never be long like interludes, pitiful
Watched my uncle introduce to tools so these hoes knew the motherf*ckin' drill, uh
Louie P, Louie P, how the f*ck you feel, huh?
Picture sweet, on my pickle since I got that deal, huh
Sick in the head, sick in the head, had to go pop me a pill, huh
Sick in the head, sick in the head, everybody know that I'm ill, huh
[?] jewish f*ck around and have a drink, but I'm not a shooter, uh (Nah)
[High school?] flow, [?] yo' tape, f*ck around, call me [?]
[Verse 2: Felix]
Yeah, we can all count on Felix, he gon' lead the hoes (Yeah, woah)
And with the big mean mugs need to leave the hoes and (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Big [bad?], big b*tches come in all types (Yeah)
When you see 'em on sight, you can bet them dogs bite (Ayy, ayy)
[?] stompin' in his head, got my dogs bitin' (Got my dogs, ayy)
Occupation: rapper, secondary is an [?] ([?], ayy)
Shorty like my hat, screamin' out [the?] world I'm popular (Oh my God, is that a [?])
Tipsy, tryna flirt, couldn't catch what she was tossin', huh (Ayy, ayy)
No, I'm not awkward at all, mhm
I just be dropping the bomb, mhm (Ayy, ayy)
I just be tryna dissolve, mhm (Ayy)
Her pus*y water like falls, mhm (Uh-huh)
The world could be endin' tomorrow, mhm (I know)
And I wouldn't be bothered at all (No)
You switch on yo' boys, no Nintendos on my side (My side)
Want beeft they get hit in the Ribeye (Bye-bye)
I walk in the room, it's more juice than a [?] ([?])
Not with the bullsh*t and not on the [?] ([?])
Pop sh*t, we pop up, then pop out, like tie-dye (Tie-dye)
Big Seven, we don't do Balenciaga (-ciaga)
Beat that boy down and it [smell?] like an [archive?]