WHATS UP

I’m in the backseat
Not no taxi
I want my bread
I need my racks plz
Im Back with my boys (yeah)
Like we the back street
Hop out the car
Then in the box seats
Im going Multiple rounds
Like I’m a athlete
I’m on my second lap
Like this is a Track meet
When’s the next drop?
Yeah that’s What they ask me
That’s What they ask me

I love lemonade
It’s In my cup
I think she like me
Just Cause I’m up
You say My music trash
Like okay nigga what?
I might just fall off
Who gives a fuck?
I always switch lanes
I’m never stuck
This worlds a joke
So do just what you want
I hit it from the back
And then the front
I just wrote a track
And then it bumps

Money fake
Its a a front
These niggas lame
These niggas suck
Im carrying too much weight
I need a truck (yeah)
She got too much cake
I need to fuck (yeah)

Thats what’s up (X8)