Wassup 2 - Audio Push

Yeah, yeah, yeah

The wait is over

Woah, woah

So much pain, so many tears in this shit

Left side is a wave, right side is a wave

Still we here, still we sustain, still we persevere

Y’all look good tonight

what’s up?

What’s happening?

What’s up?

Yeah I pull up with your main 'cause she called me up

Don’t start me up, my flow is a bit marvelous

is all I trust

And I ain’t never needed a phone to call your bluff

Hold up, what

Alright you wanna do it, I came with my crew

And they ready for whatever if anybody moving

So they’re all here and they shoot better than Paul Pierce

So you can’t

Roll it, lick it, light it up then smoke

Hit it, hit it, (Hold up) don’t you choke

Take it back behind your back and pass again

My clique is active, take 'em back to practice

If you brown skin with a thick butt, get it up

I be in the cut maneuvering and getting my digits up

See I’m ridiculous rip it up

You better hit the plug

Looking for the best, I’m in the sauce

Nigga what?

Said nigga what

I’m feeling like Pac when he made «Hit 'Em Up»

The first nigga guaranteed get him rushed

I pay a couple bucks to get you touched, that ain’t nothing much

Where’s the girls that like Madonna and designer, lot of marijuana

Find 'em, rewind 'em

Then we bring 'em back to me, nothing after me

You don’t wanna battle me back with me

West side gon' bounce, East side gon' bounce

North side gon' bounce, South side gon' bounce

West side gon' bounce, East side gon' bounce

North side gon' bounce, South side gon' bounce

What’s happening, yeah what’s up?

What’s happening with it, what’s up?

What’s happening, yeah what’s up?

What’s happening with it, what’s up?

What’s happening, yeah what’s up?

What’s happening with it, what’s up?

What’s happening, yeah what’s up?

What’s happening with it, what’s up?

Now I can go off

Skinny black kid, hair long as fuck

Always smoking weed with his shirt off

Hat backwards, whole clique 'bout that action

Mastered raps and got nice, now where’s Price?

I’m in my spot getting my

I’m seeing what you do before you do it

blowing it like a trombone

trying to run on

run the streets, give me some more

I’m feeling like I can’t be beat baby, give me some more

Even after around 3 I told her «Give me some more»

If you got the money, play it cheap nigga, give me some more

I said you needed more people

If we don’t see nobody we don’t need nobody

If we do, my brodie got me

People need a hobby because every time I get a beat I get a body

as much as a clap nigga, nigga

obedient now it’s getting serious

I’m curious to see how many of us lose

Doing all that talking, I’ma walk 'em out their shoes

Nothing left to prove call it

intervene

I got a black imported from the Philippines

And limousine

Fuck a Uber, I’m supreme, you couldn’t see me in your dreams

West side gon' bounce, East side gon' bounce

North side gon' bounce, South side gon' bounce

West side gon' bounce, East side gon' bounce

North side gon' bounce, South side gon' bounce

What’s happening, yeah what’s up?

What’s happening with it, what’s up?

What’s happening, yeah what’s up?

What’s happening with it, what’s up?

What’s happening, yeah what’s up?

What’s happening with it, what’s up?

What’s happening, yeah what’s up?

What’s happening with it, what’s up?