WHATS UP Lyrics

Hey, yuh

I'm fighting my demons I tell them What's up?

I look in the mirror, I told them What's up?

Was smoking too long I forgot how to function

I said feeling something was better than nothing

I said feeling nothing was better than something

Went straight to the head, like that shit was concussion

She said the weed made her fill with assumptions

She said that she like how I sound with percussions

I came with a band like that shit was percussion, came in to split that lil shit like a Dutch

The smoke it just sit in the room like confetti, trying to come kick at that shit like crutch

The smoke it just sit in the room like it's heavy, sometimes I feel like it's never enough

I'm cutting it up but it's not a machete, came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush

I came in, I hit it, I feeling the rush, because bitch I just fight with the man in the mirror

My plug said he getting that shit by the dozen, he shipping that shit just straight out of the villa

I'm pumping the gas but that shit not a fill up, bitch I'm on top of that shit like a chin up

That bitch paid for the next date, she a winner winner, no chicken dinner

Bitch I'm the shit, no kitty litter

Got your bitch paid just to fuck with her

Gotta hit bread like a blunt spliter

Got to kick game, like a punt

Bitch they paid just to front with him

On the front page, you in love with them

I'm above paid and above living

With my bitch chillin' in the sun

I'm fighting my demons I tell them What's up?

I look in the mirror, I told them What's up?

Was smoking too long I forgot how to function

I said feeling something was better than nothing

I said feeling nothing was better than something

Went straight to the head, like that shit was concussion

She said the weed made her fill with assumptions

She said that she like how I sound with percussions

I'm fighting my demons I tell them What's up?

I look in the mirror, I told them What's up?

Was smoking too long I forgot how to function

I said feeling something was better than nothing

I said feeling nothing was better than something

Went straight to the head, like that shit was concussion

She said the weed made her fill with assumptions

She said that she like how I sound with percussions

(Came with a band like that shit was percussion, came in to split that lil shit like a Dutch)

(The smoke it just sit in the room like confetti, trying to come kick at that shit like crutch)

(The smoke it just sit in the room like it's heavy, sometimes I feel like it's never enough)

(I'm cutting it up but it's not a machete, came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)

(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)

(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)

(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)

(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)

I came in, I walk in, I'm feeling it, aye

I walk with the squad we move militant, aye

That chick not my bitch like it's Billie Jean

Straight to the head like a guillotine

Took that bitch on a trip, it's not psilocybin

Bitch I'm blowing the gas, it might kill the climate

Bitch I'm upping the price, you can see me flying

I just said it bitch I didn't write it

I'm fighting my demon, he yelling uncle, told him"Better wrestle with another sucker"

Said"I better hit him with an upper cutter", By the time I get him rid, I got another

Said I had to dip her like it's honey butter, got to hit it back just to get another

She gone get attached if I said I love her, so I double back with a reposado

I'm fighting my demon, he yelling uncle, told him"Better wrestle with another sucker"

Said"I better hit him with an upper cutter", By the time I get him rid, I got another

But I'm better for it, because I got it in me, took a double shot and put it in my kidney

Tried to run from it, ain't have it in me, because they popped up in another city

I'm fighting my demons I tell them What's up?

I look in the mirror, I told them What's up?

Was smoking too long I forgot how to function

I said feeling something was better than nothing

I said feeling nothing was better than something

Went straight to the head, like that shit was concussion

She said the weed made her fill with assumptions

She said that she like how I sound with percussions

(Came with a band like that shit was percussion, came in to split that lil shit like a Dutch)

(The smoke it just sit in the room like confetti, trying to come kick at that shit like crutch)

(The smoke it just sit in the room like it's heavy, sometimes I feel like it's never enough)

(I'm cutting it up but it's not a machete, came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)

(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)

(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)

(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)