sassup witcha lyrics
by 4cf
[Intro]
(Jugo)
(I miss you, Angel)
(Yo, Azul)
Aye, it's big Megatron, pay attention
[Chorus]
I’m tryna sass up witcha
She tryna f*ck me over
Don’t talk b*tch, we through, we over
Cringe n*gga said he a loner
b*tch so mid, I ain’t get a boner
Girl, you so lame, won’t hold ya
Can’t recall the day I met ya
[Verse]
I ain’t rocking with my kids, I'm a bad father
Why you asking if I love you? Girl, I just met ya
I just lowkey wanna hit and dip, excuse my manners, manners
I don’t got none in me, disrespecting you in person
I don’t f*ck with you when I’m in New York
I don’t f*ck with you when I’m in Missouri
We don’t f*ck with you when we in LA
I’d name every state, but I am in a hurry
I got out my Birkin, working
Brand nеw b*tch, she perfect
That boy need somе learning
Teach his ass a lesson
Seven in the whip, driver getting mad at us
I'ma spread that money up like accordion
You’re ashamed of your art, n*gga, own up to yourself
n*gga, free Palestine, why you eating McDonald’s?
[Chorus]
I’m tryna sass up witcha
She tryna f*ck me over
Don’t talk b*tch, we through, we over
Cringe n*gga said he a loner
b*tch so mid, I ain’t get a boner
Girl, you so lame, won’t hold ya
Can’t recall the day I met ya
[Outro: 4cf]
Yeah
Aye, this some real n*gga music, b*tch
n*ggas don't even know how far we came for this sh*t
n*ggas don't even know we comin' different
From Paris to London to LAX, steppin'
f*ck you talkin' bout? This big Megatron, n*gga, pay attention