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Cordae - Wassup Lyrics

Cordae - Wassup Lyrics

 [Intro: Cordae]

Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?

What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?

What the fuck, yeah, hold on


[Chorus: Cordae & Young Thug]

Ayy, what’s up, nigga? (What’s up?)

What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?)

Bought that bitch a Birkin bag

Now she in love with us

Hockey puck, nigga

I’m froze up, nigga

See a baddie with me

Say, “What’s up?,” nigga


[Verse 1: Cordae & Young Thug]

Say, “Hello”, nigga, little ho nigga

Bitch-ass broke nigga, nah, I can’t roll with ya, huh

Say, “Hello”, nigga, you a ho, nigga (What’s up?)

What’s a high horse to a motherfuckin’ G.O.A.T. nigga? (What’s up?)

Hold on, uh, first car was a Range Rover

Was a lil’ nigga, wore the same clothes

Vivid pictures, boy, I paint those

From the fucking jungle where you can’t grow

Hold grudges, never let it go

I’m with my fuckin’ dawgs, no pedestal

Do you need gauze ’cause your pockets swole?

What the fuck is that? That’s a bankroll

I got forty-five K in my pockеt

Ain’t no cappin’, I say it, I got it

Do a show, then I make a deposit

I madе Europe, they ragin’ and moshin’

Yeah, I fuck with the Wizards, but catch me courtside

Guarantee it’s the Lakers I’m watching

Nigga, I am the greatest in my generation

I don’t do no playin’ about it

These rappers, they should call me Papi

Every lil’ thing is exotic

I’m with two hoes like a shotty

I’m shittin’ on these niggas, no potty

I don’t wanna see your twenty-dollar bill ‘less it’s Harriet Tubman

My thoughts outta pocket

I been hidin’ from the world

The only thing see me right now is the sky and the projects

(Hold on)


[Chorus: Cordae & Young Thug]

Ayy, what’s up, nigga? (What’s up?)

What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?)

Bought that bitch a Birkin bag

Now she in love with us

Hockey puck, nigga

I’m froze up, nigga

See a baddie with me

Say, “What’s up?” Nigga (Ayy, say, “What’s up?”)


[Verse 2: Cordae & Young Thug]

Say, “What’s up?”, watch how I fuck it up, get it back

Niggas say they really gettin’ money, that’s fitted cap

Boy, you ain’t never outside, where you really at?

Designer rug, alligator my floor mat

Bad lil’ bitch gon’ give me that neck, neck

We was in the trenches, nigga, you was playin’ Tech Deck

Why you so motherfuckin’ cap? Don’t respect that, hey

Don’t come close, better step back, hey

Minor setback for a comeback

Bitch ass so damn fat, she got hunch back, hey

Fuck around and play, get splatt-splatt

Nigga put a hole in his head like a humpback, woah

I been in the slums, givin’ all back

Tell me, where the fuck is Donald Trump at? (Let’s go)

Came from the slums, deep down in the trenches (Let’s go)

Where a young nigga sharin’ a bookbag (Uh)


[Chorus: Cordae & Young Thug]

Ayy, what’s up, nigga? (What’s up?)

What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?)

Bought that bitch a Birkin bag

Now she in love with us

Hockey puck, nigga

I’m froze up, nigga

See a baddie with me

Say, “What’s up?” Nigga


[Outro]

Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

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