Wassup Lyrics

I said wassup with it bitch, I'm what's happenin' again hoe

Turn me to a demon, six Modelos and a benzo

It's N-Folk, ghost coast, shout out to the ends though

Somewhere in ya hood and dancin' in it like the endzone

It's Freaknik, ask me if I'm with it, it depends

Way they looking at me I can tell all of her friends know

I'm sick with it, send a mop to aisle four

Show 'em love they ask for more

But what the fuck I need a friend for

I don't

My lil family turn me up, I whip that Camry like a truck

Just dropped two bands up at the pump

I played my hand, now they can't stand that I got fans who show me love

Aint no chance that we shake hands 'cause I don't answer to these fucks

I'm my own man shorty

Since way back when I used to whip my mama's van shorty

I used to trip until I saw it's part the plan shorty

When I'm working I'm not tryna hold your hand shorty

This life is short, let's make this shit the best we can

Reality crazy since I was shown the truth

They can't control what you do, they'll just make a clone of you

And most these people don't care what you out here going through

So hold the ones who give a fuck close to you

They throw me these roses, when I come out they part the sea like I'm Moses

I give 'em game for when they weak or they hopeless

If it keeps 'em from smokin' somebody else or they self then I think it's worth it

Even though this life I live isn't perfect there's a purpose

I said wassup with it bitch, I'm what's happenin' again hoe

Turn me to a demon, six Modelos and a benzo

It's N-Folk, ghost coast, shout out to the ends though

Somewhere in ya hood and dancin' in it like the endzone

It's Freaknik, ask me if I'm with it, it depends

Way they looking at me I can tell all of her friends know

I'm sick with it, send a mop to aisle four

Show 'em love they ask for more

But what the fuck I need a friend for

Again

And a benzo

Ends

What the fuck I need a friend for?

It depends

I can tell all of her friends know

It depends

They ask for more but what the fuck I need a friend for

I said wassup with it bitch, I'm what's happenin' again hoe

Turn me to a demon, six Modelos and a benzo

It's N-Folk, ghost coast, shout out to the ends though

Somewhere in ya hood and dancin' in it like the endzone

It's Freaknik, ask me if I'm with it, it depends

Way they looking at me I can tell all of her friends know

I'm sick with it, send a mop to aisle four

Show 'em love they ask for more

But what the fuck I need a friend for

I don't