WHAT’S UP !

[Verse 1: EGOVERT]
Let me start talkin' my shit on this beat before it drop so these niggas know that it's real (Yeah, yeah)
Your baby mama unemployed, and shakin' titties (Huh? Yeah) just to get paid, gon' help with the bills (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I don't do handouts, so why is your hand out? (Huh? What?) Put your hand back in your pocket or get killed (Bah, bah, wow!)
I pulled up in a German SUV (Wow, wow!), you pulled up inside of a Japanese build (Let's go)
We are not the same, and that is quite obvious (What?)
Can't you just tell by my pants? These Chanel (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
If I get bored, hit the Prada storе, call up some nasty whores (Brrt, what?)
Fuck 'em around, thеre's like twelve (Bah-bah-bah-bah!)
Goddamn, I'm late for my studio session, I pulled up at 3 (What?), but we still made like twelve (Skrrt, skrrt)
I ain't never ran from nothin' but 12
My pockets gettin' fat, they look like Adele (Fat bitch)
Okay, woah, woah, woah, woah, let's go (Uh-huh)
She pop her pussy just like she a pro ("Oh-ho!")
She came up while pourin' a four of Marlo (Skrrt)
And I don't do dinner dates, she sucked on my bro (She did)
She went to Vetements with an expensive coat (Boom)
I got Fendi from France, they shipped it from the boat (Skrrt)
Girl, your boyfriend fresh off the boat (Zoom, zoom, zoom)
And I spent five hundred on this coat (Let's go)
Yeah, I know these fuckboys mad 'cause the way I came up quick (Grrr)
Tinted whip with a white gold wrist
And a half-black bitch, and a forty-round clip

[Verse 2: Ciscaux]
Huh, huh, huh, ayy
Forty-round clip, that's my guardian angel (That's it)
My bitches are bad, don't need filters or angles (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Said that boy a snitch, he start turn to a rainbow
I'm stuffin' like ten in the back of the 'Rango, huh? (Yeah)
I just a poured a four in the green tea, ayy
Run up on the youngest, he a green bean, ayy
Wonder why they hatin', wanna be me, ayy
Why the fuck they always tryna deem me? Ayy
Man, y'all can't compete when it comes to this flexin' shit (Nah)
Walk in the party, break necks like The Exorcist (Woo)
Break down the block just like that shit was Tetris
Wait, ayy, huh, what? Huh? (Hol' on, man, I'm runnin' out of breath and shit)
Someone get their friend, there's a thot on the loose
I don't watch what I spend, Saint Laurent on the shoes (What?)
If we really wan' flex, drop the top on the roof
If you really want press, you can watch what you do (Do it, do it, do it, do it)
Ayy, man, you was talkin' tough online, but now, where your Glick go? (Hol' up)
Walk around the party, like, "Hold up, where your bitch go?" (What? What?)
Spin on the block just like that shit was disco (Yeah)
If you ain't know me, now you know me now, bitch, I'm Ciscaux (Hold up, what?)

[Hook: Ciscaux]
Huh? "Hi! What's up?
Word around town is your bitch wanna fuck"
Said— hold up, what? "Hi, what's up?"
Swervin' around in the coupe, hit the clutch
Said— hold up, what? "Hi, what's up?
Word around town is your clip on the hunt"
Said— hold up, what? "Hi, what's up?
Word around town is your bitch wanna fuck
Let's do it!"