WHATS UP Lyrics

I'm in the backseat

Not no taxi

I want my bread (uh)

I need my racks please

I'm back with my boys (yeah)

Like we the backstreet

Hop out the car (yeah)

Then in the box seats

I'm going multiple rounds

Like I'm a athlete

I'm on my second lap

Like this is a track meet

When's the next drop?

Yeah that's what they ask me

That's what they ask me

I love lemonade (yeah)

It's in my cup

I think she like me

Just cause I'm up

You say my music trash

Like okay nigga what?

I might just fall off

Who gives a fuck?

I always switch lanes

I'm never stuck

This worlds a joke (yeah)

So do just what you want

I hit it from the back

And then the front (yeah)

I just wrote a track

And then it bumps

Money fake

Its a a front

These niggas lame

These niggas suck

Im carrying too much weight

I need a truck (yeah)

She got too much cake

I need to fuck (yeah)

That's what's up

That's what's up

That's what's up

That's what's up

That's what's up

That's what's up

That's what's up

That's what's up