Wassup - Futuristic

Up, down, right, left, goddamn I be rollin' on them, you would think I had a

cheat code

So I been poppin' for a year now, better watch out, I’m about to enter beast

mode

Hit 'em with the sheesh flow, flyer than a superhero

And my pockets on Cee Lo (I want a zillion dollars) like Dr Evil

Ride up to the city in a custom whip with a custom bitch, I mean her titties

fake

I hit it dank, send her on her way, then get the next one like Elimidate

You can’t imitate me, can’t nobody intimidate me

With all this fire I’ve been spittin', I see 'em disintegratin' (goddam)

Hit the bottle, I’m drunk as shit, hit the joint then I’m high off tree

Walkin' 'round with a angel girl, she drink Red Bull and vodka, it give you

wings

I’m in Canada pullin' all the tings, a ventriloquist, pull all the strings

A vegetarian, I need all the green, I’m shittin' on 'em, need all the beans

They know who the fuck I be (who you be?) How could you forget this guy?

F—U—T—U—R—I—S—T—I—C, spell it out like 2005

I’m like move bitch, I’m Ludacris, watch out lil ho, I’m 2 Chainz

Runnin' 'round all crossfaded with a white girl that got a mood ring like «Move»

Give me some room, I’m tryna get by

Oh damn, who got that loud?

I’m tryna get high

Hol' up Hol' up, who got that drink?

I’m tryna get drunk

Where the hoes at?

I’m tryna fuck

Wassup?

I’m tryna get by, I’m tryna get drunk

Wassup?

I’m tryna get high, I’m tryna fuck

Wassup?

I’m tryna get by, I’m tryna get drunk

Wassup?

I’m tryna get high, I’m tryna fuck

Left, down, right, up, walk up in this bitch and make the motherfucka light up

If you ain’t talkin' money what the fuck you doin' callin' me, don’t try to

fuckin' line up

I feel like the man of the hour, I feel like the man of the year

I feel like puttin' my top in the trunk, if I press a button my shit gon'

disappear

If I see a baddie I’ma tell her come here, she gon' get inside cause I’m me

Young B double E—Z, y’all don’t really, y’all don’t really, y’all don’t really

want it with me

On the G—R—I—N—D got so many hoes that I’m a mafuckin' P—I—M—P

Higher than a B-L-I-M-P right now, I’m where you need to be right now

Back up in this bitch, I told these hoes that they gotta get out if ain’t

throwin' back up in this bitch

There’s so many I’ma need backup in this bitch, damn, told em' to say what they

wanted

Told 'em that this was they needed I sheeted, delete it, then I repeat it,

repeat it

Take a day off and repeat it, I mean it, I’m ill

Nigga I ain’t got no chill, nigga all I know is keepin' real

I don’t really focus on the bad, I don’t really focus on the shawty if the

shawty ain’t bad

Girls call me daddy not dad, yeah, man they know what it is, they know what it

is

Fuck what it ain’t, you wanna be better, you can’t, if you come at me with hate

I’ma tell your ass «Move»

Give me some room, I’m tryna get by

Oh damn, who got that loud?

I’m tryna get high

Hol' up Hol' up, who got that drink?

I’m tryna get drunk

Where the hoes at?

I’m tryna fuck

Wassup?

I’m tryna get by, I’m tryna get drunk

Wassup?

I’m tryna get high, I’m tryna fuck

Wassup?

I’m tryna get by, I’m tryna get drunk

Wassup?

I’m tryna get high, I’m tryna fuck