Wassup (Ryder Mix) lyrics

[Intro: SosMula]
Ryder Music
Mula!

[Chorus: SosMula]
What's up with all these f*ck n*ggas? (f*ck outta here)
They dropping dimes, that's the reason I can't trust n*ggas (Ring)
What's up with all these dumb b*tches? (Slide)
They lining sh*t up, it's the reason I can't trust b*tches (EA)

[Verse 1: 1 Shot Dealz]
Uh, death threats in those shoots, Cuz, we laugh at 'em (Hahaha)
Should coke static on your block 'til we blast at 'em (Babababa!)
Grown ass men be di*k sucking, you be mad at them
Y'all main b*tches, we f*ck 'em all, you the type of dude to go cash at 'em (Sucker)
We don't trick sh*t, I risk it every day for these pesos (Cash)
My Ryder b*tch'll go hand to hand if I lay low (What you need?)
She know my 40 up and scream 40 up as my day go
I traveled out of state for them bankrolls
No one way, I get straight coke (YOLO)
Turned 6 to 5, you don't know sh*t about coke flips (Fire)
Different stints on 'em, you don't know sh*t about whole bricks
My foreign belt hold my foreign gun and my dope strips
Smoking dope weed with my dope b*tch
After bagging up, yeah, the dope thick
Like damn
[Chorus: SosMula & 1 Shot Dealz]
What's up with all these f*ck n*ggas? (f*ck outta here)
They dropping dimes, that's the reason I can't trust n*ggas (Ring)
What's up with all these dumb b*tches? (Slide)
They lining sh*t up, it's the reason I can't trust b*tches (EA)
What's up with all these f*ck n*ggas?
They dropping dime and that the reason I can't trust n*ggas (f*ck outta here)
Uh, what's up with all these dumb b*tches?
They setting sh*t up, it's the reason I can't trust b*tches
(Mula)

[Verse 2: SosMula]
What's up with all these f*ck n*ggas? (f*ck outta here)
20 bands in my pants, got it stuffed, n*gga (Mula)
I caught a case, I guess I'm out of luck, n*gga (f*ck outta here)
A bunch of fake n*ggas can't keep it a buck, n*gga (Fraud)
I'm cased up, got me back and forth in supreme court (sh*t nothing)
Soon as I get the bird, I hit the curb, knock it clean off (Mula)
I'm daydreaming, daydream 'bout a mean Porsche (Still dreaming)
Got the big bags, two 15s, we taking all them fiends' shorts (Gimme that, gimme that)
On some real shot, swear to God, man, f*ck these b*tches (f*ck outta here)
Bunch of side hoes, they f*ck me then f*ck my n*ggas (Slide)
Heard the realest n*ggas wrote statements (Damn)
Bunch of f*ck n*ggas, my day one turned agent (Mula)

[Chorus: SosMula & 1 Shot Dealz]
What's up with all these f*ck n*ggas?
They dropping dime and that the reason I can't trust n*ggas (f*ck outta here)
Uh, what's up with all these dumb b*tches?
They setting sh*t up, it's the reason I can't trust b*tches (Slide)
What's up with all these f*ck n*ggas?
They dropping dimes, that's the reason I can't trust n*ggas (f*ck outta here)
What's up with all these dumb b*tches?
They lining sh*t up, it's the reason I can't trust b*tches (Mula)