Wassup

Wassup Wassup Wassup Wassup, wassup, wassup Wassup Wassup Wassup Wassup, wassup, wassup Wassup My nigga I'm the one don't you remember I am, that nigga That be burning hot into December Man like Skippy on fire doe Big jag guns like Cyro Big shifter up the hole Come and take what's mine doe Duck that gyal make her scream like high note We in the party we jumping Big timba's up stomping Real fat stinking pumpkin Crack up your head like Humpty Dumpty pause, Gyal in my bizz like peepin' Tom Don't know what's in my head like yohhh No face no case no law When my dawgs 'em are lurking Out here we don't play no games When i rise this burna' Nine up your mans don't leave no trace Them mandem act bad for camera But my dawgs dem know real badness Gyal call me Dad but i'm not your Father IK a bad man pon this Knife up your arse make you feel real queasy Wasteman, wasteman, wasteman Them opp-boys they're all pagans Wasteman, wasteman, wasteman Opp-boys they're all lame fam No time to talk no chit chat Silencer on my tip no click clack Hollow tips on my Glock that's big facts Gimme that shit right now i need that Snow White on my flute might pipe her Not in a gang but i'm a lifer Smoking rizlas elevate higher Bend her over and I smack that If it ain't dead presidents man ain't on that 232 Freetown na we dea ya Going insane out of mind but I ain't mad