#Whatsup

[Verse 1]
Sequel to flick
And it's a hit at that box office
Officer offered me options
You want Cage or coffin
Luke Cage with the rage
Squeezed then plead
Shells hit my chest
But he was confused I didn't bleed
Who knock me
Who brought breeze
I brought these
Couple keys one for the crib and one for my shawties
Can't rock the homie
She ain't even allowed to look
Dog gon beg for food
Fool my boo ain't a cook

Beyond that
I'm bound to snap
Bands on my hands
Symbolizes my lifes track and where we at

If I get derailed follow the rails to go home
Bust a rhyme in my zone like my squad was flipmode

Finish line, zoom through
Victory lap, do two
Allergic to not being on top
All I can do is get at chu

Bless me
Don't press me
Salad good
No dressing
Flossin dentures
Don't impress me

See, I know my spot
Top right by the elbow
Boy you say laced up
But still, fuck with velcro
Hot pot
Broken handles
I still hold the bands thou
Dirty south flow
Equip with banjos

What's up what's up
Well what's up what's up
What's up what's up
Well what's up

Round two for your bitch ass
The preemptive diss track
They scrubby like dish rag
I'm controlling like wrist grab
The big brag
Envokes a big splash hit em with a lip smack
C'mon son. Get back
C'mon son get back
You don't wanna hit that
The thought that you can even compete with a G is straight trash
Cmon son get back
Who you trying to get at?
Like a joe Budden podcast
Pause
Don't do that
Don't do that
Wildin on that yak
Yo Gimmie that
Freestyle while I cabbage patch
Bring it back
Like a kalid aid lib
Who that kid he mad sic
On the mic magic

Wordsmith the words flip
Iron from horse shit
My horse shits iron
And I shit you not I mold it
It's crazy
Getting away with murder I wrote
Bed knobs rubbed my broomstick while her tea kettle spoke
Yall broke
Like a cheap ass toy
I'm multimillion like Nintendo
Don't try to game boy
Set that shit aflame boy
Take yall dames boy
Have her like Ooo I'm glad you came, boy

Ewwww
Well, that's what I'm about
Everything I do is fire
With no Misses or doubt
No doubt like Gwen
And I be going bananas
Sleep on me again
I'll bury you in your pajamas