What’s Up

[Intro]
Every dog has his day
Woah

[Verse 1]
I got money stacking up
Told that bitch that she a dub
Walk in that bitch like "what's up?" Chapo
I got blicks yeah, so what's up?
I don't wanna work cause you suck
Stuffing the wood up with the Runtz
Kicking shit, uh, just like a punt
You is a joke, just like a pun
Pulled out the Glock and he started to run
Thought you was gangsta bro, what's up?
Thought he was gangsta but he run from us
Only thing I'm running is running up
Got the trap hot like the sun
Ballin' like I play for the Suns

[Verse 2]
Yeah, ballin' just like I play for the suns
In your bankroll you got ones
You can't finesse me I'm not dumb
Cop what I want cause I'm not broke
I got the heat and they don't know
Always sayin' that I'm in love with the money
He ain't hard, he just sweet just like some honey
Fuck school, I was in the trap, I ain't never study
If you ain't make no money I don't wanna be your buddy
I can't feel anything put this xanny in my body
Woah, they already know
That hoe gotta go
I got percs and dro
Keep that on the low
Need some then call my phone, yeah
On a perc 10, wait, aye
And you just be pretend, aye
I'm a turn him to a past tense, aye
Wait, they be fake like plastic, aye