Wassup ?

Yah, I-I'm going up
Now she say «wassup?»
So I say «wassup?»
She wanna hang with the gang
You can’t hang with the gang
Janitor, he can get hit with the mop
And I’m buying whatever, wherever I shop
Like a
I can’t fuck with no thot
I mix sprite with the wok
And I’m riding in Houston
And I came with a bang
I got the bag!
I got the swag!
I got a mag!
Bro, get off of my tip
Rollin' gas in the whip
With his hoe and we dip
In the scene and I’m lit
Yeah, ah
Yeah, ah
Yeah, ah
Yeah, ah
Yeah
I don’t really care if they mad or not
I’m getting high like an astronaut
Look at your boyfriend, he like to cap a lot
I keep the gas on me and I like to laugh a lot
Hella bags on me, I don’t even try to trap a lot
Biscotti dope and its all its all in my bag, boy
Hoe, I’m tryna get rich, run a race to a milli
I pulled up in my city
All my niggas they with me
I fucked on a hoe and I think her name Sidney
I’ma pour up the lean my kidneys
High as a blimp, I’m all up in the stratosphere
to the face, hol' up I’m out of here
We blowed up in the air, there’s too many clouds in here
And we smoke bout an ounce, cus we got a pound in here